Those of you that know me and have read my blog know that I have 2 beautiful children. An eleven year old daughter (going on 30) and a 14 month old boy. My son spent the first 2 months of his life in the NICU, being almost 3 months premature. My daughter was almost 2 months premature, so the trips to the hospital, the scrubbing up to my elbows till I didn't have any skin left and the doctors all telling me what all would be wrong with my gorgeous little boy was nothing new. Mind you, I wasn't all blase about it. He was after all a month earlier than his sister. On April 2, he will 15 months old. He can see, he can hear, he can talk (not just baby jibberish either) and in the past two weeks his doing his darndest to walk. So far, the most he's taken is about 6 or 7 steps. I was in the kitchen cleaning the other day and I looked up to find him climbing on the couch. At first I didn't think anything of it, honestly I didn't think he would be able to make it. A few minutes later, I looked up to find this:
My first thought was "OMG! he's going to fall." (I know it's not the greatest picture so in case you can't tell thats the back of the couch he's standing on) Followed very closely by, I need a picture of this, because no one is going to believe me except maybe my mom. When my daughter was 4 my mom walked in her room to find her on top of her dresser LEAPING onto her bed. When I told her about this incident, the first thing she said - at least Danye waited till she was 4. Oh yeah, thanks mom! So no more losing myself in a book or the internet. I have to keep a close eye on Spidey Jr. there.
