As Mommy B
stated in her last post, we’re finally the same age again. That’s right
Followers, last Monday (March 11th) I celebrated my first annual 29th
birthday. I’m hanging strong to my twenties – because after this, it’s all
downhill… just kidding (kind of). Once you hit 30, there are just certain
things you shouldn’t do anymore. No more late night partying, no more mid-week
happy hours, no more wasting the weekend away lying on the beach soaking up
rays. Oh wait – I haven’t done that stuff in years anyway. I guess it’s true that age is just a number and even
though I’m still in my twenties, I’ve probably acted like I’ve been in my
thirties for a long time.
Anyway, my
birthday started off the same way every weekday does – a 5am alarm and getting
both kids up, dressed and off to school by myself. Work was work, although at
my new job they celebrate every team member’s birthday with cake a six-pack of
the birthday person’s favorite beer. So I came home with a sixer of New Belgium’s
spring seasonal “Dig” and a couple leftover cupcakes – which was a nice way to
end the workday. It’s not my all-time favorite beer, but I figured it’d be a
rather tall order to send my boss searching for Great Lakes’ Christmas Ale this
time of year (and in this part of the country).
When I got home
that afternoon, I received the best birthday present I can recall in a very
long time. Aiden decided that my birthday was
a good day to start walking on his own. And I’m not talking about taking a
couple steps here and there then falling down… I’m talking
walk-across-the-room-without-help walking. He’d been taking a few steps and steadying
himself then taking a few more in the past few days but today the training
wheels came off. The minute I saw him do it, I flashed back to the week before
Alli’s first birthday when she did the same thing. And just like that day, I
stood in the kitchen in awe of the
arms-out-front-zombie-walk that Aiden was doing right in front of me. And just like
when Alli did it for the first time, his smile could have lit up New York City
for a week.
In the weeks
previous, I had told Mommy B that once he started walking he’d be so happy. He’s
already Mr. Smiles (most of the time), but I knew that once he was able to walk
after his big sister we would see a brand new kid. Much like his father, he has
an older sibling that he looks up to and wants to play with. Also much like his
father, he pretty much skipped crawling and went right to walking to keep up with said older sibling. To be
honest, he actually started crawling on all fours a couple weeks ago but didn’t
enjoy it as much as being up furniture surfing.
Aiden has
basically gone from hurdler-scooting to full-blown walking in a matter of a few
weeks. That’s what has surprised Mommy B and I so much – he’s learned and
developed so much in such a short period of time that I’m sure he’s having a
heck of a time keeping up with it all. Here’s a comparison – Alli started
crawling on all fours at about 6 months old, but didn’t start really walking on
her own until a week before her first birthday; Aiden on the other hand didn’t
start crawling until he was about 9 months old, but is walking on his own
before turning 11 months old. He’s gone from pseudo-blob to being completely
mobile in about 2 months – holy. crap.
And to think we were starting to worry that he wasn’t developing fast enough…
looks like he had other plans. We just thought that Aiden was going to be on
his own schedule (which boys typically are) and was going to get there on his
own time – and here he is, beating his big sister to the biggest milestone a
child reaches.
I guess we both got a little older that day. And I
couldn’t be happier for my big boy.
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