It was an exciting day for little Ricky. He got to actually get out of the stroller and play on the beach today. We've taken him down there quite a few times, but it's always been with us holding him, or he just sees the sand from afar.
I like to think that he was super excited to go out, but he pretty much gets excited about anything if you talk to him about it in a really excited voice.
Immediately after his little feet hit the sand he started trying to run away. I have a feeling that he is going to walking really soon. He pretty much is skipping crawling and going to walking. Well, technically he speed scoots across the floor. He is already pulling himself up to a standing position and can walk along the couch.
Of course it is a little nerve wracking because he falls pretty a lot and you have to be ready to catch him. He's been doing this for at least a month now, and he is currently 8 months old.
Of course, he hates being put down and left to his own devices. The poor little guy is at the peak of separation anxiety. We can't wait for him to get past this stage. It is totally exhausting! He screams pretty much any time you leave the room, even if just for a minute.
As soon as I stood him up and supported his back, he was super happy again. My little monster is super bi-polar; he can cry and laugh in the same breath.
After getting home, he conked out like a light. Well, that is after 15 minutes of cleaning sand out of him mouth, armpits and feet. I think he really enjoyed it.
I know that I did, but mostly because he is exhausted enough to give me 20 minutes to write a post about it! It's the little things in life.
