Well, Ms. Edie is finally walking like a champ. She waited until she was good and ready; no mad dashes, not too many stumbles. Our little one was 15 or 16 months when she really got going, so I never had the "I can't believe she's walking!" experience. It was more like "Hallelujah, I can go back out in public without the baby dragging her palms through filth." For a couple months there, we existed in some pretty rough limbo where her energy level demanded freedom but social norms demanded that I keep my child from worming about at ankle level in cafes and grocery stores. Some days Edie won, others society. I am pretty certain that I never won, and I'm sure that the knees of her pants didn't either.
But we're up and running now! One of the first time I let her loose in a non-playground / park environment was on a shopping trip to pick up some work shirts for her dad. I thought she'd run amok but not so much. Edie was overwhelmed to say the least and mostly clung to me, but her apprehension didn't last long. Since then, she's torn through aisles, dribbling apple pulp on tiled floors (and *maybe* a tiny bit of merchandise), ransacking racks of bibs and toys, and goosing the occasional stranger - (it's unfortunate that baby-tickling height is butt-level on most adults). Drunken monkey that any toddler is and Edie being no exception, she doesn't do straight lines so well and has never, ever looked to see where her feet are about to land.
I've had less time to blog or breathe of late, but we're all happily bipedal in Munich! Except the dogs, that is. They are still lazing about on all fours.
Seeing Sweet-E again cannot come soon enough.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't she look like her Dad? A really really cute baby version? Can't wait to see you bro!
ReplyDeleteStark is getting up at four in the morning to comment before his mother?
ReplyDeleteMy goodness the world has gotten big. Her frustration must have eased now that she is walking. Keep walking, little one.