Almost Walking

Simon is almost walking. He wants to walk all the time but holds on to your finger. It turns out he can actually stand on his own without much of a problem and even take a few steps when provoked.

Sorry for the bad lighting, it is 58 and rainy here. I'm not sure if the sun will ever come out for more than an hour.

It's Official!

Simon says Momma, with meaning! Well, he's said it at least once anyway.

He's been saying Momma for a few days now, but not in a good way. I do think he knows what it means, but he's only been saying it when he's whining at me, as in, "momma, momma, momma" with arms outstretched for whatever I've just taken away from him, which he shouldn't have had in the first place. He's even learned to add a little emphasis by throwing down his arms or banging his head on the floor, if he's really mad.

But today, at the end of his nap, he awoke cheerfully and I heard a small stir on the monitor followed by, "momma?" Just one. With the lilt of a question. Just makes the heart melt, I tell ya.