Those Moments

A Steps

Alright everyone, here's #4. So excited!  Hope you enjoy! Comment!  Vote!  ~~~Smurffette

 Hey!  Why is really-soft-thingy-that-makes-annoying-noise-when-you-squeeze-it all the way in the corner?  I am stuck on this stupid blanket on the opposite side of the room; how am I going to get it?  I want it!  Ugh, looks like Daddy isn’t moving from his spot on the couch; it is all up to me.  Okay, I can do this.  Starting position: crawl.  What’s next?  Why have I not attempted this before?!  I don’t know what I’m doing!  Maybe, if I try putting my feet flat on the floor and hold onto this little table in the middle of the room… oh that’s it!  I’m standing. Now, onto the hard part.  Wait a minute,  there is a harder part?!  Hold the table… and lift right foot… then left…  There goes Daddy making weird noises again… except a lot louder than usual.  

 “Babe!  Babe, get the camera!  It’s happening!  She’s up!” he cries.  

 I try to ignore him and keep moving forward.  I want my thingy.  What is all the fuss about?  Mama just rushed into the room holding a scary object.  She looks sad.  There are tears rolling down her cheeks.  Hmm, whatever.  Target: toy.  I start speeding up; I'm afraid I'm going to fall to my ultimate doom.  If I do, I don’t think I’ll ever find the courage to do... whatever it is I'm doing... again.  

 “Look how fast she’s going!  Well, at least we know now she isn’t handicapped” said Mama.

I am now halfway to my target.  Not only do I have my toy in view, but I can also see a bright future where I'd be walking on these tiny feet for years to come.  Maybe one day I'll own little houses for my feet just like Mama.  Her feet like to snuggle in their fluffy, baby blue houses just before bed.

Mama and Daddy are smiling and making loud noises, clutching their stomachs.  I try stopping so I can find out what's going on between them, but some sort of strong pull made it hard.  Why don't they put breaks on you so that you don't have to work so much?  I'm going to fall on my face!  Maybe my toy isn't really worth the struggle.

Ha, riiiiiiight.  And neither is that brown stuff that tastes like heaven in a jar, that Mama hides on the top shelf in the kitchen.  What's it called?  Nut... Net... no that's not it.  Whatever, it's yummy.

"Oh no, it looks like she's stopping!  Come on, lets try to encourage her" says Mama.

Dad replies, "Are you sure that's going to work?  I mean she's only a baby; she can't understand encouragement yet."

"Do you want her to walk or not?"

"Come on, baby!  You put your left foot in; you put your left foot out; and you shake it all about!"

"She's walking!  Not doing the hokey-pokey!"

Parents are weird.  One minute they are all happy and giddy, then they are singing, then they are arguing.  Make a decision!  Oh, okay.  You WANT me to keep moving.  Fine by me.  I have my eye on a little toy that will drive you crazy.

Almost there...

Almost there...

 "Almost there..." they both whispered.

Aha!  Aaaaaand, squeeze.  I giggle because it sounds like the toy is crying.  Ah, I have achieved three things today:  I can now walk; I have my toy; and I can annoy my parents with a crying yellow object.

Dad spoke right then, "Oh great.  Nice job, babe.  She can now walk to the very toy that we purposely hid in the corner.  Your 'encouragement' means we have to stand the sound of a dying cat in our home"

"Oh, shut up"

Mama picks me up, and I smile at Daddy as she carries me into the kitchen.  I hope I get to have some brown stuff.  I watch her take the jar down, sitting in my high chair.

Oh so that's what it's called!  Nutella!  Wow, I can read already?  I must be one of those genius babies.

:)