Friday the 24th October was a memorable day in our household. Let me tell you why.
I was in the kitchen cooking Birdy’s lunch while the little one was playing in the hallway. We have installed a safety gate on the kitchen door to prevent her from exploring it unattended. Plus it is kind of nice to have one room in the flat that does not need to be constantly kept 100% baby-proof and spotlessly clean. Our little rascal has a talent for locating electric plugs and unsecured drawers, and swiping up any escaped dust-bunnies in the process. But I digress.
So I am in the kitchen pureeing some veggies and look over to see what Birdy is up to. To my disbelief, my little daughter, who is barely 70 centimeters tall and not yet 8 months old, has pulled herself to stand on the railings of the safety gate. She is standing there looking a little wobbly on her feet, with a happy and proud “look what I can do, mommy!” expression on her face.
Ever since Birdy has been trying out her new-found skills in the playpen, on our bed, on the drawers of the commode, in her bed while wearing a sleeping sack (unbelievably, it works), and any other remotely appropriate object.