Charlotte is now walking. Well, waddling is more like it. It was offical a few weeks ago on Tuesday to be exact which I will record here in my blog in case I ever do one of those huge scrapbooks so I can you know, get a big TuEsDaY sticker and paste it across the top with little feet stickers and a heartfelt poem about how much I'll miss carrying her lardy baby butt everywhere. Anyway there I was having coffee with a few moms from S's school who I never have coffee with, just a fluke invitation, and Charlotte bumbled over to a mom all furniture free and sassy and then sort of bumbled back like a woman on a highwire (minus umbrella of course). They were all chuffed to be the first that she walked to because everyone knows she's a late walker so the subject of when she'd walk has been beaten to death outside the school, "cou-cou, quand est que tu va marcher ma petite Charlotte!" or "Elle marche toujours pas?" I think she was sick of hearing it. Like me.
So there just like that it's done and now two weeks later she's doing things like running out in streets at the neighborhood block party "il faut faire attention, c'est dangereuse!" someone said and I felt like saying "yeah she'd better pay attention otherwise she'll get squashed, silly monkey. Ohhhh, you meant..."
The whole walking thing, all so new to us. In fact the leashed child idea is starting to grow on me as I remember it did with the firstborn. This way I can tie her up outside the school and shops while I run inside. Convenient. Practical.
She's a late walker. Curse those fat little thighs. We'll call it eighteen months and a few weeks. Yay Charlotte!
p.s. Little S took the picture, ma boy
6 comments:
visions of Charlotte on a leash waiting outside of the store for you...thanks for my morning laugh.
this whole post had me cracking up!
we were visiting some friends who have a daughter, and another friend of theirs came by with baby in tow. It was a boy a few months just about the same age as my friends girl and he wasnt walking yet (whereas she was pretty good) and you could tell the mom felt just horrible about it, she kept brining it up and it was so painful to watch (we wouldn't have thought much of it otherwise, it wasnt like he was 4 or anything). it sounds like you had just the right attitude about it!
yay for Charlotte!
With a late walker myself, I'm not so bothered by late walking - more time before I had to deal with the terror of seeing her dart out into the street! I seriously considered a child leash for awhile, esp. after the 4th or 5th time she ignored my yells to "STOP!"
Bravo Charlotte!
and Mom, you better put your running shoes on :)
Congrats! I'd love to see a picture of her waddling on those chunky thighs. She is adorable.
Those chunky monkey thighs must be adorable!
NOM NOM NOM!
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