Steps

By the time we made it home from the doctor's appointement, everything was fine. The crying had stopped and we were a happy giggly baby again.

As soon as we got home we started crawling towards everything. Then he honed in on the stairs. First he went to the stair that leads to the basement. Instead of picking him up and turning him around as I usually do, I let him crawl down the stair. Both Andy and my dad said that he's able to do that. So I stood there and let him do it. I still had to help him a bit, but he did lower himself on the step. Then he promptly turned around and climbed up.

Some time later he went towards the other landing, the one leading upstairs. He crawled up the landing and then started crawling up the stairs. I thought he'd crawl a stair or two as my dad said he usually does, but I was quite surprised that he climbed all the way up to the second floor.

He was so proud of himself. We played a bit in his room and then he crawled over to our bedroom where there is a phone cord that's no longer attached to a phone and has in turn become his toy.

He played with that wire for a long, long time. Probably like an hour. He was putting it on the low black shelf and taking it offf. He was crawling with it from one end to the other. It was fascinating to watch him. I could tell he was thinking and figuring out how the wire behaves in relation to other things.

It's fascinating to watch him figure things out!

After some time, he got tired and I took that opportunity to plop him back into the car, where I hoped he'd take a nap, and drove to my parents' house, where Ivan was going to spend the night --- for the first time.

But that's another story!