Oh yes, ladies and gentlemen. At 10.5 months, Kieran is walking. And obviously, he is delighted with his new skill.
(Funny story: At Bible study last week, one of our awesome nursery workers asked Teyla if Kieran has learned to walk. "No," she said. "He doesn't walk. He just waddles like a penguin." I see her point.)
Penguin waddle or not, I am losing my ever lovin' mind trying to keep up with him. (I am also losing the last of the baby weight due to the constant-movement, don't-even-think-about-sitting-down thing. Silver lining.)
He is either getting into the plants or taking away the Little People that Teyla is playing with (which doesn't end will for Kieran, believe you me; don't mess with Teyla) or splashing all the dog's water out of her bowl.
(Subtitled: Busted!)
And everything is SO! EXCITING! Life is AMAZING! Have you seen this ball, Mom? It rolls. And this spoon? It makes a loud noise when it hits the floor? And this ceramic thing that flushes? It has water in it AND a lid I can lift by myself!
We have reached the parenting milestone where I cannot cook dinner unless Corey is home to take charge of my smallest charge. Kieran requires constant adult supervision. I had actually forgotten how exhausting this stage of child-rearing is. (Which is mildly amusing, considering I did this just two years ago.)
Remind me again: How do I survive the new toddler season?
