we leave home. There must be something lacking in the water at home, I tell you, because BIG things change when we leave here.
There was the time we took a trip to Vermont a few weeks shy of Kiersten’s first birthday and she walked. (It might have had a little something to do with the fact 2 boxer dogs were running to and fro and if she didn’t get a move on she was going to get squished!)
Then there was the time we took a trip out of Colorado when Isaiah was just over 2 years old and lost his binks (a.k.a pacifier) at the hotel. He didn’t even know he was missing it. When we got home we did a quick search and threw away any remaining ones. Out of site out of mind, as they say. : )
When we were out and about in North Carolina before Katie turned one she took a few steps and was walking in no time once we returned home.
Zeke, not one to be left out, has followed suite after his siblings. We took a trip up North to see my Grandparents. Prior to leaving he had managed to take 2 steps in succession a time or two. Once we were there however he managed to get a grip on his sea legs and make some progress. He crossed rooms and was able to get himself up off the floor to standing without any aid from furniture or unsuspecting nearby legs.
He’s a champ. : )
You can see for yourself his unsteady, cowboy looking strut.
This is the beginning of the end of all things baby in the house. (And I can cry if I want to!)