As I mentioned a few weeks ago, the Peanut started walking at the tender age of 10 months. Frighteningly early. And as one might expect, this development caught the BossLady and I completely unprepared. I'm not even sure how one prepares for a walking toddler.
On the one hand, it's amazing to watch the Peanut walk. She looks like a drunk sailor, stumbling forward as fast as she can in the hopes of catching last call at a seaside bar. BossLady and I like to sit on the floor about 10 yards away from each other. The Peanut will start slowly walking towards one of us but then starts gradually accelerating until she ends up flying headlong into our laps with a big shit-eating grin on her face. There are few things as enjoyable to watch.
On the other hand, she can now get her little mitts on everything. Being able to walk around on her own has opened up a whole new world for her. Life has become an endless game. Yippee! Some of her favorite new games seem to be "Toss Daddy's CDs in the Air," "Eat the Dog's Food," and "You Think Your Shit is Safe but It Ain't." And in her quest to roam ever faster, she's quickly developing the lost art of the face plant.
But man, I've got to tell you. There's nothing that brightens up your day more than seeing your little girl come flying into your arms, squealing joyfully with a big-ass grin on her face...even if that grin is covered in dog food.
(Have a good weekend, everyone. I know I've been remiss lately. Be back with more good stuff next week, including a much-requested new monthly mailbag.)