We’re savoring these last few days with just the two kids.
Overheard at 7:23am, as I get out of the shower:
- Our dog trying to walk down the stairs, missing a step, and having a minor crash. (This happens 30% of the time now. She’s getting older.)
- Three seconds later: our baby waking up with a plaintive cry.
- Three seconds later: our baby comforting herself in her crib with kissing noises. (mmmmmAH, mmmmmAH)
Yesterday we watched Annie do a lot of:
- Standing up, unaided, and holding the pose triumphantly.
- Taking a lurching step or two.
- Sitting in the sink, turning on the water, rubbing her hands on the soap bar, and then rinsing them off.
- Kissing the dog. (My favorite instance was as they passed each other, Annie crawling one way and Sous trotting in the other. In unison, Sous gave her a swipe on the cheek with her tongue, and Annie turned her head toward Sous and made her “mmmeh” kissing noise. Very French.)
The beginning of walking and talking is a much hazier zone than the terms “first step” and “first word” suggest—and let’s be honest: odds are Charly was the one to witness the very first of each, if anyone did. But I think we’re there. Girl is stepping, and saying “DAW-guh” when she sees Sous. As Bryan put it, “Walking and talking at one year. That’s all we have to remember.” That, and that she and Sous are BFF.