Always Busy

While I am writing this, David is walking around the coffee table. Well, kind of. He hasn't figured out how to get around the corner yet. This has been his favorite game for about a week or so now. He started crawling a few weeks ago and instead of perfecting that art, he has decided to move onto the next thing: walking. He loves holding our hands and taking steps. He hasn't figured out how to pull himself up to the coffee table yet, although, he's really close. If he's holding our hands he can do it pretty much by himself. To get down he usually either falls down or reaches out to whoever is next to him and grabs them. This morning, however, he sat down. Of course, that posed a problem since he can't get back up on his own. At least he's learned not to try to reach down for whatever he's dropped. Seriously, it's the best game. Load the coffee table up with a bunch of stuff you don't mind him having and then he proceeds to push it all off the table. Repeat.

We've also discovered a love for swings. We also tried the slide, but that didn't hold the same kind of magic apparently.

As busy as he is and as much as I apparently have to be right there with him to play with him, I love my little mover. The solution to walking away from him to do something else is apparently one of two things. Either I have to wait for him to be perfectly happy on his own or sing to him while I'm gone. Unfortunately, neither is fool-proof.