Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Monday was a big day for Jackson. He pulled himself up to standing, whined the whole day about not being able to walk by himself, and officially turned 11 months.
We're all about 12 month clothes around here, and everything the big boys do. Every time I set Jackson down to crawl around, he plants his feet firmly on the ground, makes his body as stiff as a board and refuses to bend. Apparently crawling is so last month. Generally I'm of the opinion "fine, you can lay here", but other times, I cringe at the thought of hearing that potential angry scream and I'll hold his hands as he toddles around.
His favorite place to go is the bathroom. We try and keep the door closed, since he seems to enjoy latching on to this fine friend. And by latching, I mean with his mouth. Yes. Gross.
A close second remains the piano. On whiny days like Monday, we were at the piano for many extended periods. He discovered the standing and playing technique on Sunday, and feels it adds a new dynamic to his compositions. I'm thinking of sticking his high chair in front of the instrument. It would have to be lowered, trayless, and Jackson would have to be strapped in because of he has a particular love for high and low pitches.
We toddle over to the park (in the stroller) most days. What a relief for both of us. Fresh air, swings and slides. This is where he really seems like a big boy.