1/7/12
My little boy walks now. All over the place. He sort of looks like a drunk gorilla, especially when he waves his arms up in the air, or holds his head while he's walking around the living room (he finds this intensely hilarious). Also, his dramatic flop when something hasn't gone his way is made all that more dramatic when he does it from a standing position, like a fainting spell or something. Also, he seems to only be happy when walking if he is able to hold two of six squeezy rubber animal toys he got for Christmas this year - a cow, bear, raccoon, penguin, pig, and something else I can't remember - it doesn't matter which two he has in his hands, as long as they are both full. Most of the time, he looks for my daughters pink shopping cart to place said squeezy animals into, then push them around the yard, because that's what you do, dummy. This mostly works to his benefit and enjoyment, until he runs into something, wherein having not mastered the art of the pink shopping cart turn, he reverts back to the aforementioned dramatic flop until I have come and rescued his shopping cart. When he's really frustrated, he will give his little rubber animals a stern look, then throw them one at a time in opposite directions and storm off to read his book about crabs with googly eyes. We can all relate to that though, can't we.
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