Eleven Months
In honor of his last "birthday" post before his real birthday, I bring you...
a bipedal baby! We were not expecting him to walk so soon. Last weekend he was still tripping along behind the push-cart, and Ravi still isn't walking, even though he has been standing and cruising for three months. Henry just took off in the last week. Monday it was lurching in the general direction he wanted to go; by Wednesday it was a couple of stumbling steps followed by a lurch; on Friday it was several stumbling steps with a controlled landing; and by this evening he could make it clear across a room without stopping. Next weekend he plans to start incorporating fartleks and long runs into his training for the National Marathon in March.
Henry continues to be loads of fun (though we had a couple of very toddleresque near-tantrums today). Among his favorite big-boy hijinks are unrolling entire rolls of toilet paper, flinging food clear across the dining room, and emptying the entire bathroom cabinet while I shower. He eats everything that we eat and loves peas, asparagus, leafy greens, and just about any fruit he can get his hands on; meat tastes better if he rips bites from a big chunk with his teeth like some sort of savage Viking instead of eating the baby-appropriate pieces that I chop for him. Speaking of Vikings, his Halloween costume is coming along magnificently.
Somewhere between the haircut and the walking, Karl and I each started exclaiming every five minutes that Henry looks like such a boy. The roly-poly baby is fading fast this month and I'm feeling a very sentimental. Today we had the following conversation:
a bipedal baby! We were not expecting him to walk so soon. Last weekend he was still tripping along behind the push-cart, and Ravi still isn't walking, even though he has been standing and cruising for three months. Henry just took off in the last week. Monday it was lurching in the general direction he wanted to go; by Wednesday it was a couple of stumbling steps followed by a lurch; on Friday it was several stumbling steps with a controlled landing; and by this evening he could make it clear across a room without stopping. Next weekend he plans to start incorporating fartleks and long runs into his training for the National Marathon in March.
Henry continues to be loads of fun (though we had a couple of very toddleresque near-tantrums today). Among his favorite big-boy hijinks are unrolling entire rolls of toilet paper, flinging food clear across the dining room, and emptying the entire bathroom cabinet while I shower. He eats everything that we eat and loves peas, asparagus, leafy greens, and just about any fruit he can get his hands on; meat tastes better if he rips bites from a big chunk with his teeth like some sort of savage Viking instead of eating the baby-appropriate pieces that I chop for him. Speaking of Vikings, his Halloween costume is coming along magnificently.
Somewhere between the haircut and the walking, Karl and I each started exclaiming every five minutes that Henry looks like such a boy. The roly-poly baby is fading fast this month and I'm feeling a very sentimental. Today we had the following conversation:
Karl: "The Babies movie ended when the kids started walking."
Shelby: [instantaneous crying]
It seems like approximately fifteen minutes ago that we brought Henry home from the hospital and watched Babies (and thereby learned the Mongolian swaddle method) while my own tiny baby snuggled on my chest. Today I ordered the invitations for his first-birthday party. Time flies.
I cried on Abby's first b-day. It went by so fast.
ReplyDeleteWow, he looks impressively stable in that video. Congratulations, Henry!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy every stage. They all seem to fly by. Why it was just yesterday you started walking and look at you now.
ReplyDeleteIt was soooo fun to see Henry walking. He is definitely "on the move". Not only will he burn calories but you will too trying to keep up with him.
Go Henry!!
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