I got out the 18-month old clothes for #6 a couple of days ago. He's almost 1 so as a Dutch-baby, that means he's got to go up a size above his age. There is something about this set of clothes that has really aged him. Maybe it's all the collared onesies.
And then he has just started to stand for a few seconds on his own. For a while now when he has found me on the floor he'll stand up with his hands on my shoulders and then he'll push back from me a little bit and then fall forward back into me and he'll chuckle and guffaw and have a good time with that feeling of reckless daring. But a few days ago my shoulders weren't around but a step stool was and something in that boy's head said, "Stand!" So he got bent in an upside down L with the help of the step-stool and then slowly raised that massive head with the chubbiest of cheeks and the Draco-Malfoy hair so that his body was bent to 100 degrees, then 110, then 130 - carefully, arms out to the side - until he reached 180 and grinned a nervous 6-tooth smile (the majority of his teeth on his left), looked shifty-eyed for a second while I clapped and cheered and oohed and awed and then he quickly flopped back onto his bottom, not to be coaxed back into any more adventures for the day no matter how many times I stood him up and then tried to extract my hands from his desperate grasp.
It is a miracle and a marvel to me every time, the sudden decision for change that comes to my six little humans. The begging, the pleading, the demanding, the bribing - it usually has no effect on their stubborn little brains (it's like they think they were born with the gift of agency or something). Inexplicably - the new things simply happen.
It is really amazing how very capable a body can be if you just let it.
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