treacherous

That's what he is. He is into everything and anything and in particular the things he should NOT be into. I spent a solid five minutes with my curious boy tonight and a tin of cooking utensils. He kept pulling them all out, I kept putting them back in, and at one point I put them in WHILE he was removing wooden spoon after wooden spoon. He will not be deterred. If he gets it in his head that he is going to pull himself to standing at the play kitchen sink, he is going to pull himself up to standing at the kitchen sink. He's smart. He's figured out that when we tries to open a cabinet he can't stand directly in front of it, but rather to the side. We pulled out a bath mirror that sticks to the tile and after seeing me stick it up just once he went to town to stick it to the wall himself. I'll pull a shape from the "learning home" and he is right there grabbing it out of my hand and trying to plug it back into its spot.

Last night he took his first scary steps at Auntie Colleen's house. He knows it is easier to crawl (with his strange one leg to side move), but when we convinced him to stand up, strong and steady, he didn't just leap towards me, he stepped forward and fell hard on his knees. He did it. It's only a matter of time before he decides to put his mind to this new task with the same stubbornness and fortitude we see him apply to so many other things in his world. Steps. Ten months old and stepping.


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