Moving On

I see nearly three months have gone by since I last posted. Dear, dear me. It’s a jolly good job that Nonna is more attentive to suo nipote (her grandson) than she is to this poor blog about him.

As you can imagine LHG has grown apace since I last posted. When he hit the six month mark at the beginning of February he certainly had reached three times his birthweight as I predicted in an earlier post.

Thankfully the piling poundage is now slowing down, what with him being so active. He’s just managed to work out how to get from a sitting position to one in which it is possible to crawl, after a few weeks of getting one of his feet stuck. But he hasn’t quite got the hang of what to do next. When he attempts to move, he ends up sprawling on his tummy and moaning in frustration, pushing out his bottom lip as he displays ‘the saddest face in the world’.

It seems far more likely that he will walk before he works out the crawling thing. Already he loves to be led along by the hands as he attempts to lift one foot after another, all the time grinning away. With something to lean against, he can even stand by himself – for a time. Which is why our hands are always there just behind him, ready to catch him as he topples. Not daunted by his mini spills, standing on his own two feet seems to be his favourite thing. Apart from the ‘bouncy bouncy’ game in which he’s jiggled up and down, eliciting a peal of giggles from him.

I’m in no hurry for him to walk however. The prospect of moving everything out of his reach is daunting and something Pa and I haven’t had to think of in about eighteen years. Then there’s the stairs. And bottles of bleach in cupboards. I’ll think about it tomorrow: time for a glass of wine now. Oh dear, I guess the wine rack is something else I’ll have to move when little LHG is mobile! Cheers!