Baby Steps

Yes, sadly it is true. Eliza has started walking. Well, I should rephrase that. She's attempted. And she continues to attempt multiple times a day. She loves to let go of the couch, or wall, or chair or whatever and just . . . walk. She gets a good four or five steps into it before in her excitement she just has to stop and sit.

And me? I just can't seem to let go of the idea that she should still be a baby and I'm not ready for a "toddler". I especially love watching her crawl. I'm sentimental about her crawling. I need her to continue crawling. I find the moving posterior of a crawling baby so randomly sweet and comforting. But she is much like her brothers. She is busy, busy, busy and she wants to walk. So yet again another child who starts walking by 10 months.

However, where she is different from her brothers is her climbing. I have yet to experience this. She is up on everything. Eliza really gets into some precarious situations. On stools, boxes, even the oven drawer to name a few.

Today I found her here. I was busy doing dishes in the kitchen; her brothers were busy goofing off in the bathroom when I went to see why they were having so much fun. Then I heard her whimpering in the boys room and this is what I found. I had to re-stage this for a picture. She was more terrified the second time than the first.

Slow down please. Slow down.