On the move
It happened in a moment. The pink plastic piggy she’d been chewing rolled too far for her little paw and, reaching for it, she wriggled herself forward. Hands flat on the laminate floor, pulling to tuck her elbows in – raising her buttocks in the air just a little too – my daughter made her first move away from me.
No more than a few inches, it was, but those inches opened the road toward mobility, and the longest road to independence. Already, she had started making her own way and reaching for her goals – simple though they were at first.
I was regretting those first months quickly gone by, but just a little, because the rest of my heart was filled with bursting pride for my 5.75 months old champion.
And my heart’s bursting with pride that you are geeky enough to call her 5.75 months old. I’m so proud of both of you!
Wow…. quelle championne! Une petite motrice cette Orléane!
Bravo encore!
Je parie qu’elle grimpe à 6 mois et demi et marche à 7 mois
hihihi! Pas trop vite non plus! Ça ne reste tellement pas bébé longtemps!
gexxx
Yay Orleane! She’s so BIG Emilie!
Oh no no no. She’s SMALL. She’s very very small. She’s my wee little baby! She may be my last one, so she is to stay little and cute and mine. She is forbidden to grow up (too fast). :}
C’est très intéressant et touchant.
Tu as la plume d’un auteure.