After 6 months of physical therapy and lots of cheering and clapping Eli finally decided to walk across the room and halfway around the kitchen table yesterday. Hooray! I snapped this adorable picture right when he stepped away from the cabinets and he started chasing me down. He desperately wanted to get his mits on my camera. When he realized he couldn't hold it, he fell in a heap on the floor and started crying. He has also mastered the tantrum. We don't cheer and clap for that. I almost joined him in the weeping and gnashing of teeth when I realized I didn't press record on the video camera. Duh. He has walked several more steps last night and today but as soon as the camera goes on he immediately sits down. He's a clever one.
We went to the park this morning and he was quite enamored with the tunnel. He thought putting his face up to this hole was the funniest thing ever.
From the minute we got out of the car I could tell he was on a mission. He had his eye on the larger play structure and he wouldn't give up until he climbed to the top. He eventually worked up the courage to go down the spiral slide, squealing the whole way. I have longed for him to figure out how to walk. I want him to be able to experience the normal things that toddlers do. Some days it seems like he is never going to get there. But after an hour of chasing him I was thinking that his newly developed mobility will definitely change the dynamics of our park outings. I watched the other moms parked on the benches, casually sipping their iced coffee and chatting with their friends. As I loaded the boys back in their car seats, all of us hot, sweaty and exhausted, I sort of wondered when my time will come to sit and relax at the park. I'm days away from having just 1 child at home in the mornings but it looks like I'm a long way from a casual trip to the park. It's funny how life doesn't go quite like I expected, yet I see that sweet face peaking through that little hole in the tunnel and I am grateful.
