My mum always told me stories of how my brother, who’s 18 months younger than me, started walking when he was 8 months old. Apparently, he would watch me and wanted to follow very quickly. I always thought she was exaggerating. Until now.
This week Baby E has tried to stand up whilst playing in his new toy car. He’s just about hit the 8 month mark and seems to be in a huge rush. Not content with his new found crawling skills, he’s now trying to stand up at every given opportunity and, at the moment, mostly manages to lean up firmly on his knees. I now think he may be walking within the next couple of months and all of a sudden I don’t feel ready.
Little Z didn’t walk until he was 13 months old and, back then, it was me that was in a hurry to reach this huge milestone. It would look so cute, a little baby learning to toddle with a huge smile plastered across his face, landing on their nappy bums. Then getting up and trying again until they became more and more confident in their abilities. What you don’t anticipate is that they turn into little hurricanes that destroy everything at shin level.
This time I’m in no rush at all. It feels way too soon and like my little baby is trying to catch up to his big brother at the speed of light. The crawling stage is tiring but so lovely to watch. All the new and wide eyed exploring and the unique way in which every baby learns to move about. In the case of Baby E I think we may speed through the stages straight to toddling. Things are already being moved higher and higher in anticipation of the next big stage. When he’ll be officially known as a toddler. I am very tempted to hide any toys with a bit of height away to stave off the attempts to stand at least for a little bit. So that he (and I!) can enjoy the crawling stage just a little bit longer.