A New Milestone
I’m not sure the reason I left the room, but it’s not uncommon for me, or it WASN’T uncommon for me to let the kid explore and walk around. We didn’t scour the place for choking hazards so that I could be a helicopter parent in my own house. And now this?
I don’t know if I’m supposed to be thrilled that he pushed the chair over and used it as a step stool. It all seems really intelligent. But look how high up he is! If he falls, that’s gonna be quite the “ouchy.” – more like “sprained leggy” or “broken army”.
So he gets to be excited about his new ability, and I get to lose more hair and develop a deep parental fear that I’m gonna hear a loud THUD one day and find my kid with a busted arm or leg. How fantastic is that?!
It’s times like these that I wonder why our creator didn’t think to put gravity-awareness into our DNA. Of all the things to learn the hard way: the gravity lesson always comes with something bashed, broken or bruised. Does this kid look like he knows he’s a half step away from punching the floor with his face? Not likely.
But if you look at the following picture, you will see that he does know that he’s busted. He definitely has a sense that daddy caught him. Yes, he’s still in the phase – “isn’t it so funny that I’m doing something I’m not supposed to?!” He’s lucky he’s still got his baby-cutesy-charm.