Sureka’s recent entry on Jeyanth’s blog reminds me of an incident at my friend Andrew’s house. Karen and I were visiting with number one son Mitchell, who had been crawling for just a few months. Karen, Andrew and I watched as Mitchell backed himself down two ivy-covered garden steps. Mitchell made it down the first step, but tumbled over the bottom one. Andrew was horrified that Karen and I laughed as we picked up our surprised and worried son.
I remember this clearly because, just a couple of weeks earlier we would have let Mitchell within ten feet of the steps only if one of us had been holding his jumpsuit. Andrew’s facial expression captured our previous attitude perfectly.
Self-propulsion marks the beginning of toddler-hood. It is the point when Baby begins the metamorphosis to Rug-Rat. For some time, Karen and I were at a loss for how to care for this new creature. Eventually, we worked something out.
As they grow up, children go through many stages. Karen and I have seen quite a few of these, and had to adjust our parenting accordingly. Apparently,1 these changes and consequent parental adjustments will continue until our children are fully mature – age eighty-five or so.
1 Pun intended.
This morning, David and I noticed that blogger.com was down. It turns out that it had been taken down for a complete makeover.
It is really quite good, and I am having trouble not raving about it.
For instance, I got this little blog going in four minutes flat. Other good things:
All this brings to mind a friend, Jed Wesley-Smith. He has been posting interesting tid-bits to odd places for many years now. Jed, in the immortal words of the Silhouettes, “Get a blog. Sha na na na, sha na na na na.”
Boing Boing has a few more details.