– 7:29 pm
You’re going to be ten months old tomorrow. Ten. It’s been ten months already. Christ! Congratulations sir. Doughnuts are in order.
I noticed your scalp was dry and just spent a fair bit of time oiling it. The pulling and scratching have stopped however.
It’s incredible how tall you are. You’re surprisingly quite lean too. I expected you to be much chubbier. Come to think of it, you don’t eat much for someone who is this active.
A week ago, you took your first few steps when we were home alone. Your mother and Babushka were out shopping while Valerie was recovering from the night before. I have some shaky footage trying to capture the whole thing. Liza has it on Whatsapp but it’s very likely it won’t exist by the time you read this. Nevertheless, you’ve since taken bigger steps in that direction, pun intended. You’re scared of falling so you feel the need to grab onto something or someone as a precaution. What we do is give you a floppy hand for you to feel as though you’re being held but really, you’re walking by yourself, barely aided. This was Julia’s idea. It won’t be long before you’re running around trashing the place. We’re not looking forward to that. The average baby starts walking at around 14 months according to Johnsons.
Inquisitive as ever.
There have been accidents during your expeditions, discovering new parts of the house. On one occasion, you slipped, fell and bumped your head on the kitchen bench. The frozen peas I put on it probably prevented any swelling. The cry was heart-wrenching though. Same thing when you trapped your hand in the washing machine. You were with Liza on both occasions. And I don’t say that to suggest she wasn’t watching over you. In fact, it’s impossible to keep an eye on your 24/7 given how quickly you move about and how sharp your reflexes are. I told your mother to expect many more falls and tears. Some might even require a hospital. Hopefully not but I’m trying to mentally prepare her for the worst.