S*it

Watching wobbly legs so carefully make strides across the living room makes me smile. Inevitably the process involves tumbles, touchdowns, and intense concentration.

I lift, I set, I strap. He eats, he squirms, he climbs.

Fill the tub and scrub scrub scrub.

Pick a book and call to mom, reading with cuddles all night long.

Sssss***iiiiiiiTT!

Wells most recent favorite word.

He tumbles from a wobbly walk down the hall. SIT

He tries to climb out of the highchair during meals. I remind him to sit. SIT, SIT, daddaaa, SIT.

He stands and slips in the bathtub. SIT

He brings me toys and boys and tells me to SIT.