My usual eloquence and casual aplomb have deserted me. All I can think of to say is...
HOLY SHIT! MY 10-MONTH OLD DAUGHTER WALKED TODAY!
The Peanut literally just learned to crawl about a month ago. Since then, she's turned into the fastest little turtle I've ever seen. The BossLady and I literally have to keep an eye on her at all times. Otherwise, she'll be off eating dog food or sucking on my sneakers. Friends of ours who are parents have listened to my stories and smirked knowingly. "Wait until she starts walking. Then, you're really in trouble!"
For the past few weeks, the Peanut's been crawling over to the coffee table, lifting herself up and walking laps around it while using the table to maintain her balance. Tonight, I was lying on the floor and playing with her. But she soon got bored with me and lifted herself up onto one of her toys. When I started playing with one of her toys, she looked at the toy and made it very clear that she wasn't happy with me holding it. So, in a subconcious fit of fury, she took 5-6 steps, ran over to me and grabbed it out of my hand. I couldn't have been more freaked out if her head had started spinning around and she began vomitng green slime.
On one hand, I'm happy for the latest stage of the Peanut's development. Part of the reason that I enjoyed having her in daycare was that she always seemed to be picking things up from the older kids.
But on the other hand, I'm not quite sure I'm ready to start chasing around a walking toddler. I thought I had at least another 2-3 months before the Peanut started walking. And while there's no way to stop the inevitable, I was hoping to delay it for a little while longer.
But after tonight? It's become very clear that life, as we know it, is about to change...drastically. Wish me luck!