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Day two with shoes.
Day one was a journey to the computer store. It was lucky that he wore them, as one shoe turned out to be the perfect distraction to stave off the pre-nap crazies. Baxter battles with these mini converses though. He curls his toes into that familiar foot-stop position, making insertion futile. He may or may not try to work them off (see my shortest movie ever below). And he’s not always able to get that right foot catching up with the left. Nevertheless, he can still walk about and discover the whole store (supported of course).
Day two was the One Of A Kind Show—in the evening. Risky I know. But the aisles are like landing strips. Baxter can walk for an eternity, unencumbered, but still supported by yours truly. Oh my aching back. I wish I were my mother-in-law’s height—when she walks him around it looks like they’re slow dancing.
I bought a hat and Baxter met Katya again. Last they met they were mingling at The AGO (Kid Zone, in case you pictured martinis and dinner jackets).
Katya is perhaps the most beautiful little person. With big eyes that told me she’s on to my shenanigans and lashes that blew my hair back, she’s always sporting a big smile. She was coy with BB so he laid on the charm. In Baxter’s defense, the age difference is enormous with her being 12 weeks his senior. His pawing and stumbling was not of interest to an unsupported walker such as she. It’s worth noting Katya’s footwear resembled the traditional Inuit summer boot—but pink.
Strange. It’s like Baxter goes to sleep and wakes up able to undertake a skill we may have exposed him to the previous day. Crawling and walking are now both at the same skill level (mind you, he’s no Ben Johnson). As you may recall, rolling is an efficient form of transport for the young Master Baxter, but it has its drawbacks—chiefly, the world becomes somewhat off-kilter in its wake.
Crawling would be a snap, were it only in the backwards direction. But the last two days have witnessed a combination upward dog, two-legged, crouch-bounce, and somewhat lurid pelvic floor thrust, giving us confidence that a full crawl is imminent. Meanwhile, why not learn to walk? (With constant support—of course.) Baxter is keen to self-direct (aka steer). He’s quite focused on his destination. This may be the reason for his slightly lopsided gate. I can’t explain it, but Baxter likes to bolt his left leg forward and merely hop his right. He’s as baffled as we are. That said, if there is a right-turning marathon out there, we might have a future champion.
But what pushes the ‘cuteometre’ is his new tongue click. It’s quite clear and well rehearsed. The tongue is held against the roof of his mouth for quite a while as he builds suspense. Then it releases with a pop, surrounded by an expression that could be confused with pride. So now he’s drunkenly meandering about the sandbox clicking with each step. If you’re a fan of Monty Python’s Holy Grail, you can picture a knight prancing about, clapping two half-coconut shells together simulating a horseman.