The excitement I had from any personal accomplishments before Miss Olive came into my life isn’t in any way comparable to the excitement I have over her accomplishments.
When she first rolled over. When she first learned to wave and clap. When she first said Mamama. When she found her nose.
And today – when she first started walking.
The Ladybug has been creeping around on anything she can pull herself up on for awhile now. For the past week, she’s been more daring about letting go and attempting the occasional “Look Ma, no hands,” move.
But today, while we were about to sit down to make some of our best invisible alphabet soup in her play kitchen, Olive pulled herself up on the ottoman (typical), spun, let go and darted toward me.
I was elated. I jumped up to grab our Flip camera and fumbled to get it to sit on something at the right height to catch her in action. I couldn’t hold the camera and play “catch Olivia” at the same time, and I did a poor job of capturing the moment.
I called the Hubby. I called my mom. I had counted four steps on her best attempt, and I wanted to tell everyone.
The Hubby got home early, and we gave it a shot again so he could see our Ladybug strut her stuff.
SUCCESS! She walked back and forth from him to the ottoman over and over while I perched in the perfect recording spot.
I’m so excited to get to see my little girl through each step of her progress as she grows up. Next week she’ll be 11 months old, and we’re already planning her big 1-year-old birthday. Where the heck did the past (almost) year go? Wasn’t I just preggo, wondering how in the world I was going to figure this whole “Mom” thing out?
I know I’m in trouble once Miss Olive has mastered walking here in a few weeks, but I’m totally up for taking on the trouble just to see what she does next. Did I mention I’m so excited?
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