November 07, 2001
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Day by day, Eastland is surely and steadily moving up the evolutionary ladder. As of today, a few days shy of the nine month mark, he's the rough equivalent of a drunken monkey. He's well into his exploration of the third dimension now, climbing all over anything he can scramble up and over. His forays into bipedalism, however, are still pretty much limited to shakey staggering across the living room floor.
Nonetheless, we got ten steps tonight. He's even been managing to stop and start himself now without assistance or ending up on his backside. We practiced walking for a good long time this evening and even managed to shoot a few photos for posterity's sake. After about a dozen shots, some with a leg in the air, some with his feet firmly planted, but all of them with his arms raised skyward in joyful praise to the gods of balance and momentum, E staggered completely across the living room. From the couch, straight on past me on the floor, he just kept on moving. About two steps past me, he lurched forward for the support of a red cushioned footstool we have in the living room. His lack of understanding of momentum and distance being what it is, he managed to miss the cushioned portion of the foot stool by the slightest of margins as he dove for support and instead caught the metal frame of the stool smack dab between the eyes. It wasn't that hard of a hit, but it was at the perfect angle to remove a small layer of skin from the bridge of his nose. I'm sure it looked worse than it really was, since he was back up on his feet staggering from one corner of the room to the next as soon as we managed to stop the bleeding, his balance seemingly unaffected by the shot between the eyes. The perfect little drunken monkey, lurching and staggering around the room. Welcome to the third dimension. |
