It is much too early. My breakfast isn’t’ even made yet, and my morning Dr. Pepper hasn’t’ even been cracked. I should rectify this, if only for the fact it gets my brain rolling… sort of. Not that I’ve much to say this time of morning – it’s raining, it’s Sunday, it’s… nothing especial. But then little is especial for me – I’m not a making a big deal sort of person (unless it’s flipping out over tiny minutiae… sigh). So the fact that my daughter met another one of those most-kids-will meet milestone last night isn’t super-thrilling me. I’m happy for her and kind of relieved to see her realizing that walking isn’t horrid and scary, and sure, we’ve made sure to appropriately applaud and encourage… but whup dee doo, most of us walk eventually. Does this newfound ability make her a different person? No – she’s still the same sweet kid with strong lungs and a forceful personality. Not there’s just going to be knees worn out a different way, and less strain on four bad backs.
I guess if you look at it from the less-damage-to-backs again, maybe it is significant, ha ha. But otherwise… it’s just a line in a book to cluck over in our old and infirm days. It’s just reference for if and when she has children, and wanting her own history as reference. 🙂
Not much more to say today – said little one is exerting said powerful lungs, and between that and this unholy early hour, I’m amazed to have formed anything resembling a cogent thought.