He Walks

One night, he took seven steps. The next day, he practiced with a few steps, every once in awhile. The day after that, he was literally off and running.

He will walk much farther than this video shows, but I like all the growling at the end.

I need to clip his nails more often. It's a tough job, so it gets put off. Anyway, I took this picture because it looked like he'd been attacked by Zorro.


Another picture of the new hair. It looks lighter now. My mother-in-law is very triumphant, having had a dream of a grandson with curly blond hair.


Today I left him in the living room for a second. More like eight seconds. Anyway, I came back and he had climbed onto the coffee table and changed the TV channel to a soap opera. That's my boy.

Après le carnage

He fought this nap for two hours.

Myspace shot.

Mornings are hard.

The Bug's first birthday party went well. He's not used to all the excitement, though, and I wasn't good about making sure he had enough good food and milk and sleep, so he didn't do well that night.

Here he is, at about 6:00 PM that night.

More phone pics

At Gymboree:



Close encounter with a girl. I'm pretty sure that blur is his hand about to haul off and smack her.


First birthday breakfast celebration:

That's carrot cake. After all his practice blowing after we sang Happy Birthday, he totally choked. I'm pretty sure he thought we were nuts.


There's something almost artistic about how badly phone pictures come out.



Outside B&N before it opened, on a Sunday. It was kind of a bad morning, but I can't remember why.




At the park. I can't see these on screen as I'm taking them; it's too bright out.



I was remembering the other day how we used to watch him sleep, for hours! in hope of a dreaming smile. Now they're easy to come by. No less wonderful, though.


At the park. We found two abandoned hula hoops in the grass. He held on to one end and I held on to the other, and we walked around like that for awhile. Then he played a game where he used them to stand up - but I wasn't holding the other end. He wouldn't stand up without holding them, so I think he thought he needed them. Anyway, it was thrilling.



He's been taking a few steps, one and a half really, every once in a great while. He seems ecstatic when it happens, and then he refuses to do it again. That's his personality. He has to work it out first.