My sister and nephew are here now. He’s nearly eleven months old and in case there was doubt, has the personality to prove it. He may strongly resemble his father’s side of the family in looks however, the personality seems to be veering sharply toward our side.
For instance, he’s a talker. Other than “mamamamama” and “gigi” (when pointing at the doggie, of course) no one really knows what he’s saying. But in the true style of our family, that is hardly a reason to stop talking. In fact, it’s good reason to talk more. If at first you don’t communicate, try, try again. And continue trying until no one will answers the phone when you call or returns your emails at which point it’s clearly time to drop by unannounced. My nephew is well on his way to that step, as well.
He’s been pulling himself up on furniture to stand for months and man is he speedy on all fours. (Seriously, turn your back for a second and all the toilet paper is off the roll even though you are still in the next room.) Now, though, he’s standing. And trying to walk. If there’s anything more remarkable than watching someone, for the first time, put one foot in front of the other I don’t know what it is. Then, when he inevitably flops down on his rear, he gets up and tries again. Quite a reminder and a testament to the determination of humans, even if they have knee injuries. Who thought you could learn something from a baby?
I’m bound and determined that the kid will learn to walk while staying at my house for the next few weeks. To ensure this, I gave him the house rules: 1) We all walk here 2) There are very few reasons to scream in the middle of the night. So far, he’s followed neither rule. We’re working on it, though. After all, what more can I expect from someone who poured the dog’s water on his head within two minutes of being in my house?