First Steps

Lyla took her first steps yesterday!!! I was beyond proud. I came home from work and Lyla (as always) was super happy to see mommy. Andy came into the living room and said, "let's show mommy." He got her to her feet (never an easy task. My child HATES to stand...weird, I know), held onto her little hands and got her going. Then he let go and she took 2, I repeat 2 big girl steps, crying the whole time, before she grabbed on to me. I'm pretty sure I was so proud that I almost started crying myself. Andy told me she had taken 3 steps earlier in the day. We went to dinner at a friend's house and she took 3 steps on two other occasions. She doesn't like doing it, but she did it anyway.

It just cracks me up that she will cry the whole time. She will cruise around the furniture, push her walk-behind toys with no problem, but you take her by the hand and try to get her to take a few steps and she has a total break down. She will totally be my cautious child. Sorry Andy, it's just another way where she is just like her mommy. We cheer her on and give her big hugs, but she doesn't get the "I'm so proud of myself smile." I don't mind that she is taking her time on walking, but it would be nice is she was upright in time for her play ground birthday party.

In the mean time, I am beyond excited. I never imagined watching my daughter take a few steps would fill me with such pride. I haven't been this excited since she learned to clap. There is just something about watching your baby girl take those first cautious steps. Once she up and gone she won't be my baby anymore. She be my big girl and it will be no time until she dating and leaving for college. Okay, I just totally depressed myself. I'll take it "one step at a time".