we're getting there

He's still not walking ... but we're getting there. And I'm in no rush. Then that means we're in the unstable, falling over, Mum's paranoid stage, just waiting for a forehead scar to match his brothers. He is sure loving walking behind the wagon and the giraffe though. He's also hitting alot these days and frankly it's driving us all crazy. His brothers don't trust him near and I'm tired of constantly having to come and police the situation. I went back to read Henry's description at this same age and, yep, he's right on target for this behaviour. He's just not learning the "gentle, gentle" part of it, sigh. In time this will pass, I know, and it's not that huge. He is still the cutest most smiley-est boy around. Yes, a boy ... as just this past month I've seen him pass from babyhood to boyhood. He just looks different now. He says "dad", "mum-mum-mum", "baa (ball)", "car", "dare (there)" and "wow". I'm pretty sure he thinks he's Russian as he'll only say "da" for "yes", it's very funny! He gives a good solid moo when we talk about cows, touches his teeth when we say it's time to brush them, and can identify his nose and tummy ever so cutely. Almost 17 months old now. We're getting there.