All of this being said, I must add that the drool has yet to subside. Our child is remarkably similar to a broken kitchen faucet. Nothing can stop it. We are resigned to changing the lad's bib every few hours. The poor boy is drooling so much that he'll occasionally gag himself. (Editor's Note: It's actually pretty funny when he does this.) We're only left to wonder if the attitude improvement is simply the 'eye of the storm' before additional stalactite-esque teeth begin to force their way out. Only time will tell.
As I briefly touched on in January, Teddy sort of walks. That was when he was 6.5 months old. He's now just over 8 months old and the kid sort of runs now. I add the caveat to both statements because (luckily for us) Teddy still believes that he needs to hold our hands to accomplish either of these feats. If the boy wants to move, he reaches for our hands. Once we're holding hands, he picks himself off of the ground - all on his own - and begins walking in the direction of his choosing. He can honestly be hard to keep up with at times. He'd move much more quickly if I wasn't doubled over shuffling after him.
When he's up and moving, he can be a little wobbly at times. This is to be expected, I suppose. He is still pretty young. Though when he's fed and rested his movements are certain, deliberate and very stable. I think that if he believed in himself a little bit more that we would be in a World of trouble. I would worry about pushing him too fast or encouraging this behavior too much, if it weren't for the fact that Teddy sometimes only wants to walk around. What I mean is: Teddy will fuss until we offer our hands to him. He exhibits every indication that he wants to be up and moving. It's pretty clear that this is what he wishes to do. He'll get mad at us if we don't offer our support and lap the condo with him repeatedly. I expect him to be walking on his own well before his First Birthday.
Now, let's place the entirety of this remarkable physical achievement aside and focus on the standard method of travel for babies: crawling. This notion simply baffles Teddy. It alludes him entirely. The lad can get up on all fours. He can wiggle a little while on all fours. That is most often followed by a crash to the ground as he sprawls out spread-eagle and humps the ground. After several cycles of this pattern, Teddy becomes wildly displeased and cries.
I do have hope that he'll become coordinated enough to crawl, even a little, very soon. I say this because: three weeks ago I went into Teddy's room one morning to get him ready for the day. Teddy was sitting up in his crib smiling at me when I walked in. Whoa! "How did you do that, little buddy?" The following night, I heard Teddy call out sometime around 2am. I clicked on the monitor and could see him sitting up in his crib.
It was only a few days later that Jenna and I witnessed his new trick first hand. While wiggling on the couch between Jenna and I, Teddy managed to prop his right leg out wide and use his upper body to rock into a seated position. Celebrations and applause quickly followed. It only took another week or more before Teddy could do this new trick at will. The new found control over his horizontal or vertical arrangement makes him happy. He now rarely allows himself to be laying flat on his back and only occasionally will he move to his tummy. Seated or standing is how Teddy takes on the World. Gone are the days of simply laying around!
Dressed up for a get together
Headed to Brunch
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