You know what else is awesome? Emeline is walking. Please, hold the "your life is over" comments. The best
[read: most annoying] comment I've had so far was from a single girl, no kids, whom I went to high school with telling me, "Oh boy...get prepared." Okay, I'll get helmets and knee pads. Don't fret.
Anyway. We had been waiting for the day. A few days before her 1st birthday she took about 5-6 distinct steps, all on her own, in the living room. We were SHOCKED. And stunned. And certain that she'd start walking any day.
But? Those steps she took? Freaked her the heck out. Big time.
She went WEEKS without taking a single step. In fact? She would get straight up angry if she knew that I was attempting to get her to walk. As in, throw down to her knees type-thing. I get it. She wanted to walk in her own time.
On Tuesday night we were doing our nightly after dinner living-room playing. Eme was hanging out, standing with her hand on the wall...and I saw it. This look of confidence came on her face, and she let go and took a few steps to Declan.
We praised her, and hugged her. We wondered if this was it, or just another fluke.
So we got into position (ahem), you know, dad and mom on either side of the room, kneeling on the floor, talking
squealing in hyper-parent-voices, willing our child to go back and forth between us.
And you know what? She did it, lots of times.
You can bet your butt that we cheered, and shrieked. Our girl, our baby girl...she's walking. It's totally an exciting time for us 1st time parents and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
Since Tuesday night? She's getting a little bit more confident every day. I can see the pride beaming from her little face, and it makes me happy inside.
Like my husband said last night in the car after hearing the sweet "Da-DA" chants from the backseat..."Babe? Why doesn't everyone want kids?" I hear what he means.
Not to be all cheesy and stuff (too late, I know) but, I have to say, it is all these moments that make it so worth it.