Write about: the walker.
That's not an entirely accurate prompt considering its inspiration, but I'm choosing not to worry about that right now.
I'll try to get us back to Mejaran on Wednesday, but no guarantees are being offered this week.
There have been a whole lot of firsts around here lately for our little man. I've already covered Max's first Halloween and his first full day away from both his parents. There's more though.
On Friday afternoon we took him in for his first haircut. His hair had been getting in his eyes for days, so it was good to get that taken care of. I do have pictures of the big event on my camera, I just haven't managed to transfer them to the laptop yet.
Yesterday, and I'm having to take Kat's word on this as I wasn't around at the time, Max (repeating after Kat) said beep beep while playing with his wooden bus. Twice, no less. I haven't been able to convince him to do it again, but give me some time.
Today he started saying baby, rather out of the blue. I've been saying that to him pretty much every time he says dadadadada to me, but I wasn't expecting to hear it back.
But the big first, and it must be pretty obvious at this point, came this afternoon when Max took his first steps. It was just a couple of quick steps from where he was leaning on the couch to get to Kat, but he did it twice. And then a little later, while standing in the middle of the living room while Kat and I were in the kitchen, he took another one.
No, he's certainly not a walker yet. But we've been saying for quite a while that we'd be surprised if he wasn't walking by his first birthday.
So, Max, you've got two more days to get this figured out.