Movement Would Be Good

Grant needs to move. He is so very frustrated that he can't. He now sits on the floor, looks straight at you and yells. Yells yells. He may has well be saying, "Help me get across this f-ing floor!"

My mom suggested a walker. The thought of helping Grant move around a little bit trumped any back of my head voice saying don't spend $40 on something he will only use for a little bit. The next day he spent the entire waking hours yelling. I went out that evening and picked one up.

His little toes barely touch the ground. And while he liked it (and the tray! He loves having a toy he can play in and eat at the same time) he didn't understand how he could move it. Tonight he figured it out. He took his first few steps toward a cheering mom and dad.

So proud of you little man. And so hoping that you move soon so you will stop yelling at me.