Then, the crawl became something that involved all four limbs; quite a bump up from just his arms. It wasn't long before he was moving quick enough to get his fingers into the door as I was closing it.
The primal scream of pain was unreal ... yet, all too real. The little man's finger was dented ... I still feel a bit guilty today and it has been months since the incident.
Then, just as Patrick was getting the crawling down, he managed to pull himself into a standing position without any help. About that time, he took a nose dive off the bed into a popcorn bowl ... it was hard not to laugh as he cried in pain.
He loved playing with a fire engine that he can sit on and in no time, he was pushing it along. This has evolved into the use of a plastic walker that he'll chase me around the house with. Just a few days ago, he figured out that when Papa stops and turns around, he can run at me and scoot under my legs!
While he will walk with someone holding each hand, he will also walk beside us using just one hand ... although he's still a bit unstable this way. It is really cool having him walk beside me while holding my hand.
And, he has also learned to stand on his own ... first by bracing on the floor, but now he's standing without using his hands. Not long and he'll be off to the races ...
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