Big Day – Walker!

 As you’ll undoubtably hear more about in your 7-month post, you are changing very rapidly these days. I can hardly keep up. I’m having to re-figure out how to keep you happy. I’ve been attempting to put you in your walker for about a month. You have cried – literally wailed – every time I have attempted to put you in it. As soon as your buns hit the fabric of that suspended seat, you throw your arms up in the air, quiver your lip, look at me frantically, and then come the tears.

I’ve tried to put you in it maybe 6 or 7 times, always with the same result. I have no idea why. You’re a little silly like that.

Today I tried again, and *wahlah*! Success. It’s the first time you’ve hung out in that walker for more than a few seconds (since I have to rescue you when you wail like that). You lasted a whole 15 minutes! And you seemed to actually enjoy it. Good job, baby!

Look at that concentration.  All those new things to grab! (Although you seem a bit frustrated that you can’t manage to get any of those anchored goodies in your mouth.)

Later, I was able to put you in it and bring the whole thing in the bathroom so I could take a shower. I had to finish up with the curtain open, but you almost made it through a whole shower. And you didn’t cry, you just fussed for the last 2 or 3 minutes. I was able to stave off tears by singing to you and making funny faces while I quickly lathered and rinsed.

Your feet still don’t touch the ground and we can’t figure out how to adjust the darn thing. We don’t think it is adjustable… which is weird. Not all babies are 20 pounds before they’re ready to scoot around on their own. I have a feeling you’ll be walking without help by the time your tooters (i.e. “toes” – the oo sounds like the oo in good, it’s Granny’s word but I love it and have adopted it) touch the floor.

But at least you’re beginning to let me set you down for a few minutes at a time. Momma is so proud of you! Love ya, baby.