It has finally arrived.
The moment in time which no parent knows quite how to prepare for, a moment that has been documented by home videos and pictures, notated in family calendars and baby books, Facebook updates IN ALL CAPS, and hearts full of joy and pride by all who look on for decades- heck maybe even centuries. (Okay, the Facebook thing has only been around like 10 years but the rest of them are valid.)
My baby boy is a walking man.
And I'm not talking about the occasional 2-3 steps he's been teasing us with for months. No, no- I mean he stands up- points himself where he wants to go and takes off. Sure, he's still a bit wobbly and he can't quite make it up the small rise into our kitchen and bathroom but sooooo what. That day is soon to come, I am sure of it. This kid amazes me.
I feel like every day since we have moved to New York I have been keeping a new note about new things Hudson can do. One day it was walking, the next it was finally figuring out how to climb up onto our bed, the next it was trying to run, the next it way trying to kick the soccer ball, the list goes on...
And I won't bore you with monotonous details about the glorious moment that he started stringing more and more steps together, but Nic and I are thrilled!
Also, just as a fun side-note, this is what happened when Nic turned on Pavarotti's, "O Sole Mio," a few nights ago. The kid tossed his books aside with reckless abandon and bolted over to lay his head on Nic's lap and listen. I guess listening to The Three Tenors throughout my pregnancy really paid off. He's gonna be a musical genius.
