Slow down lil britches

Helping out with my jobs

George celebrated his first Christmas by taking his first solo step.  Two months ago at my aunt’s house in America he started pulling himself up, eight weeks on and he’ll walk around the house quite happily just holding onto a few fingers of your hand.  Admittedly he doesn’t walk for very long before going back to a crawl, but it seems like there is no stopping the little guy. 

As Baloo says in the Jungle Book (or at least Disney’s version of it).  “Slow down…if you act like that bee acts uh uh.  You’re working to hard.”

I don’t know about working but the boy loves walking.  And he lover his walker.  A lot. We first got it out after the America trip but after him spending a day crying as he kept pulling it back onto himself but we started him on it again at the beginning of the Christmas holidays and he will now happily bash his way around the house.  Steering is a skill he’s yet to master but regardless of whether he’s charging down the straight or repeatedly bashing into the bookshelf Goblin can be found grinning from ear to ear.

Shutting himself into the bathroom - such fun!

He also loves going up the stairs.  Thank you dearest Father-in-law for encouraging that little trick over the Christmas holidays ensuring that now, every time I turn my back to, I don’t know, prepare / cook / clear up from a meal (which with a pre-schooler and a weaning baby I feel as though I’m doing twenty times a day) George hightails it up the stairs. How we haven’t already had an accident I’ve no idea.  I keep catching him half way up, pleased as punch with himself, clapping away before he turns to go up the final climb.  And heaven forbid you close the stair gate when he’s finally at the top.  The little chap has no idea how to get down stairs yet but the Lemming instinct is strong in this one as we know from his repeated attempts to dive out of our arms to stop us from closing the gate.

Alby obviously finds all of this “hilarious” a word he says with a slight accent adding an extra level of comedy to an already ridiculous situation. 

In true baby fashion we’ve yet to see the first solo step repeated but that’s no wonder with all the other distractions that have sprung up over the past week. As well as fighting his first cold and settling into nursery, judging from the cries last night he’s also about to cut another tooth.  But honestly, the little fella has only just turned nine months. He’s a superstar.