On Friday, I put G behind his little shopping cart and waited for him to begin fussing. We are supposed to do this every day, and we do, despite his objections. For reasons known only to him, he considers walk-behind toys to be the worst form of punishment there is. We only wish we had discovered this sooner--like before we spent about $75 on different varieties of them. As it is, he can tantrum behind his choice of a shopping cart, a pseudo post office or a small horse.
Well, he became so incensed that he pushed me away, stepped back from the cart and NONCHALANTLY WALKED OVER TO THE COUCH!!!!!! I was so excited I almost fell over! He has taken steps now and then during PT, but it's always been our choice. We let him go in the middle of the room and cheerfully implore him to move his feet. This time, he made the decision to walk and the pride in that was written all over his face. Of course I called everyone I know.
I had a busy day in the house on Friday and made many trips up and down the stairs. Because of this, I neglected to close the safety gates every single time I came up and went down. The one at the bottom of the stairs is kind of temperamental, so I admit that I have been pretty blase about it. Not any more.
A few minutes after one of my trips upstairs and back, I was in another room cleaning when I heard M yelling. I hurried in and it turned out that M was saying, "G is climbing the stairs!" I looked up and indeed, G was about 7 stairs up, grinning over his shoulder at me. I was simultaneously thrilled at this achivement and grateful that my carelessness hadn't resulted in any injury. What could have been makes my stomach churn.
I have decided to focus on the achievement and what this means for his development rather than the near-disaster aspect. But you can be darn sure that I'll be a lot more careful about those gates in the future.
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