And miles to go. . .

Walking is hard. I am not sure,watching my son try to master it, how any of us ever got the hang of it.  He wobbles around the room like a clumsy giant bumping into things and knocking over everything in his path. His favorite maneuver is the baby gate to the wall. . ."look,mama, I'm letting go now! Oooo! I didn't fall!". .  .followed by a display of excitement so large that it makes 2004 Red Sox fans seem placid. . .followed by the dismount (loud thud of his butt hitting the floor). And up he goes again! We repeat this several dozen times a day. It is not that he is unmotivated.  He WANTS to do it.  But, alas, he has not mastered some of the basics, yet.  Like balancing. And putting one foot in front of the other. He must take after his Mama.  If you listen to my brother, I didn't crawl until somewhere around my 10th birthday. So, already, Ethan has surpassed my wildest expectations.   I think he dreams about it at night. His little legs moving in his sleep.  Is he dreaming of the day he finally runs to his Dada when he comes home from work. Or that one fateful moment when Marley has her back turned.  "Gotcha!" *giggle*  To tell you the truth, I am kind of happy he hasn't learned to traverse across the room yet. Because, Lord help when when he does!  I am in for one heck of a ride.