A lot can happen in sixty minutes.
Only yesterday morning I commented on my friend’s post about how C was still not managing to walk alone and insisted on holding on to my finger. She turns 17 months and she’s quite a big girl compared to other children her age, so I was urging her on every minute of every day. But if there’s one thing I know about my daughter is that she does things only when she is truly ready.
Fortunately for me, I had stopped worrying about her getting to it ages ago – it would definitely have finished me off by now. She took her time to crawl and it seems she would be doing the same for walking. I was a late walker and on the whole I walk fairly well (except when I’ve had a bit too many glasses of wine). She ‘talks’ (even in her sleep), she communicates, she recognizes things, and so I knew that it was only a question of fear and/or laziness.
Which brings us back to last night. From 6.30pm to 7.30pm our little munchkin took her first proper steps, started on the stairs, climbed on the table and the sofa. I have to admit we were a bit shocked as to what was going on. I mean talk about explosive growth spurts – this one was a killer!
Little Trooper is still asleep right now. I’m thinking she’s gathering and storing all the energy for what will be a very active day. I probably should worried about what the day will bring, but I’m so excited I might just spend it all running after her trying to film her 🙂