Pitter Patter

Today was full of work, frustrations, and a lot of cleaning. We tried to enjoy our weekend, which meant we woke up on Monday morning to a messy house, no groceries, & a "to-do" list longer than my patience. So I decided to clean. It's what I do when I'm angry. When I'm sad. When I'm worried.

I know it doesn't take any of that away, but it sure feels good to have a pity party in a clean house.

A few hours into it, I noticed Damian's lips pouted in determined concentration.

Something he gets from his dad.

Then he just took off.

Sometimes cautious.
Sometimes {almost} running.
Some tiny spills.
Some wobbly steps.
Some very big smiles.
He's been walking in little bits for a month, but today he just decided that he's a walking man for good.
Just like his brother did four years ago.

These boys have a way of making us forget whatever it was that we thought was so important...

 Daddy came home shortly after the walking bonanza began & celebrated Damian's achievements with us.

 

I will need to get used to the necessity of putting shoes on his little baby feet.

I love taking little walks around our neighborhood. There are lots of Grandmas who grow beautiful flowers & share their puppies with Damian.

 He just turned eleven months on Sunday. I want to weep and reminisce about the baby that I am losing, but I was so proud & happy for him... there wasn't really room for that today. Those feelings will return & I'll allow myself the luxury of giving them my complete attention. I'm sure there will be many tears & plenty of chocolate involved. ♥