A little over a week ago, I wrote about how I didn’t think Austin would ever crawl. Now I’m pretty sure of it. The other day, he figured out how to pull himself up to a standing position using something other than my hands. And now, he’s just cruisin’ right along.
At eight months and three days old, he easily makes his way from one side of the couch to the other. And when he gets to the end, he grabs onto the next available thing and keeps going. (Sometimes it's his infant swing -- in which case, he tends to fall over because it's not exactly something solid to hold on to.) Most of the time, he’d rather walk (holding my hands of course) somewhere than ‘crawl’ there. And some days he’d even rather stand to drink his bottle than sit.
It’s pretty cool to watch him progress, considering he just learned this new skill a few days ago.
But, on the same note, I must mention an off-the-cuff remark my mom made when Austin was newborn. She said, and I quote, “I feel sorry for parents whose kids walk at nine months because they’re fearless and are trouble.”
I wish I had made a just-for-fun bet with my mom, because it’s looking like I could have made some money. Who knows, maybe he’ll even walk before he turns nine months.
And mom, maybe you should take your foot out of your mouth. (just kidding).
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