I've been negligent in my monthly posts since Spencer turned 1, but I do want to try to keep writing them because I really don't want to forget all the little things - those sweet (and not so sweet) moments that are so fun (or not so fun) and that pass by so quickly you want to gobble them up, but never quite have the time. And, so today as Spence turns 1 year, 2 months, and 1 week old, I'm going to take a step back and reminisce.
We'll start with the elephant in the room: walking. We've been walking hand in hand for many, many, many weeks now. Well, perhaps I shouldn't call it walking. It's more like running. But, running on a ship that's tossing in the waves. A few quick steps right, then left, then run forward, pause to get balance. Up until yesterday, he would only walk when holding onto something - either cruising on the furniture, walking behind a push toy, or holding a hand. Yesterday he finally let go and starting tottering between furniture without holding on. I'm very emotionally attached to his development. I felt a surge of elation and adrenaline when he let go of the window sill and walked ran to the book case. Go! Go! Go!
He's also learning his body parts one at a time. Two weeks ago, it was all about his head. Last week it was his leg and head was all but forgotten - he'd pull up his pant leg and show a glimpse of his adorable gams. (Melt). This week it's on to belly button. He lifts his shirt and points to his "button". Very cute, when he lifts his own shirt, though not quite as cute when he lifts mine!
His level of understanding surprises me all the time. He's very interested in figuring out how things work. He doesn't just knock down his tower of blocks now - he tries to figure out other things he can do with them like stack them inside one another or put them in box. In fact, he's quite obsessed right now with putting things away. Like he'll take all the clean, folded laundry out of the basket, but then he'll put it back in. But, then he'll take it back out again, get distracted by something and... He also likes to pick up all the lint, crumbs, and assorted other debris that he comes across on the carpet. But, he won't eat it (unless it's shaped like a cheerio). He'll just hold out his hand with the offending piece of icky and wait impatiently until I come and take it from him. But, at least I don't have to vacuum anymore.
All in all, my little boy is growing up. And I'm trying to keep up with him. He's definitely taking the lead now - showing his independence and telling me what he needs and wants. Every day is an adventure (the good kind) chock full of smiles and tears.
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