After a few weeks of stumbling tumbles, Wyatt is walking. It started with a few steps between mom and dad, with a lot of prompting and coaxing he would wobble back and forth between us. Then he slowly started getting more courageous, letting go of furniture to walk to the kitchen or maneuvering back and forth between toys. He still hasn't figured out how to get himself back up on his own after he has taken a fall but I am sure that will come in a few days.
I still catch myself holding my breath or having to do a second glance when I see him standing on his own 2 feet. It just looks odd to see him walk across the room when I am so used to seeing his little biscuits shake back and forth while ferociously crawling to catch one of the cats. I can imagine that this is how all things in life with Wyatt will be... him discovering something new, me sitting back in amazement at whatever feat he is mastering.
He is starting to talk more now too. Finally we have mastered Mama though Dada is still the favorite chant. He will make sounds that sound like words and will mimic words that I say. Ducky sounds like duh-ee. Cat sounds like hat. Little words that to an 11 month old hold the meaning of life. We have been working on reading more and now he can point at the pictures. If I say, "Find the bear.", he will search the page for a moment before pointing to the cuddly grizzly on the page.
We are quickly approaching the big birthday. Party planning is in full swing and with 54 guests I am hoping our house doesn't burst apart at the seams. I can't believe how quickly this year has gone by. I still look at Wyatt and see the same little newborn that was thrown onto my chest a year ago. But then I hear him talk... and see him walk across the room and I know that he is no longer that little baby. He has become this little person... with a mind of his own and I can't help but wonder how much influence I have had on who he has become.
14 days and counting... I can cry just thinking about that last week of past due an
xiety. That night in the hospital and those 32 hours of labor, combined with 4 hours of pushing and extreme hunger. All mommy wanted was a bag of Dorito's... but then you came into my world... and you filled every empty void in my life... including my rumbling tummy.
xiety. That night in the hospital and those 32 hours of labor, combined with 4 hours of pushing and extreme hunger. All mommy wanted was a bag of Dorito's... but then you came into my world... and you filled every empty void in my life... including my rumbling tummy.I don't care how fast he walks, how good he talks, or how old he is... Forever and always... my baby you'll be.
