Our son is officially a “walker” now. He walks more than he crawls. Walks everywhere, really. It’s pretty cool. He kind of looks like a hybrid “Chuckie” doll/mini-Charlie Chaplin waddling around. I will try to capture a more recent video, as he gets better every day, but here’s one that I shot last Monday:
Sorry for the late post here. Been super busy. Easter was a lot of fun. Here’s a slideshow from our day at my in-laws’ house:
Oliver was REALLY tired at the end of the day. Check him out, posing on the couch with all his Easter goodies:
And for a good laugh, check him out in the same pose after a long Easter last year. Too funny, isn’t it:
Ignoring my terrible singing voice, and the fact that I botched up a couple words to what may be the easiest song in the world (hey, it was cute/funny and I was laughing, so cut me some slack!), here’s a video of Oliver doing his part to “Old MacDonald”:
So I’m out cutting the grass for the first time this year (cutting the grass: one of the things I hate most in life), and I turn the corner to the backyard and notice something. It’s our Christmas tree, still out in the yard. Nothing says “class” like a Christmas tree next to your patio in mid-April, right? What do I do with this thing? Assuming all the Christmas tree drop-off sites are closed until late December …
Oliver and I are home alone today (Sarah has to work), and the day started off with something funny. Sarah left, I took the trash out to the curb, and I came back inside to play with Oliver. He was doing his favorite activity (banging his blue ring on the coffee table) when I noticed his pants were soaking wet.
“Strange,” I thought, so I patted his diaper. OK, so I patted where his diaper SHOULD HAVE BEEN. Yes, I dressed him but didn’t put a diaper on him. He had peed his pants for the first time. I guess after changing diapers for 13 months, I was bound to forget at some point. At least he didn’t drop a deuce!
For the past week or so, Oliver has been slowing showing us that he’s ready to try walking. So I’ve been taking time each night to grab his hands and show him what to do. When we were at the park last week, I even got him to walk with me holding just one of his hands. It’s was pretty darn cute.
Tonight, I kept taking the coaster he was banging on our coffee table and holding it a few feet away, tempting him to walk toward me. Then, like magic, he started stumbling toward me. He’d laugh, grab the coaster and head back to the table. We did this over and over again. While I wouldn’t consider it actual walking, I’d say he’s pretty close.
Below is a video. Let me know what you think: