Ryan was a pretty late walker, on account of his extremely cautious nature. When he did finally walk, it was gingerly, thoughtfully. It was weeks before he gained any sort of speed.
As a result, he never fell.*
Well, dude has suddenly found his confidence and his speed.** As a result, in the past 10 days, we’ve received two incident reports from daycare accompanied by two fat lips and two bloody noses.
When I picked him up last night, he took one look at me across the room and started speed walking to me. I saw the blanket on the floor in his path and knew what was coming.
“Oh, wait, be caref–“
Undeterred, he climbed back to his feet and continued powering through that pesky blanket.
“Oh, wait, you’re gonna–“
To his credit, he didn’t cry, he just signed that he was hungry. Apparently all that falling can really work up an appetite.
*Unless he was really tired, in which case he fell over like a drunken sailor. We’ve all been there.
**I think it has something to do with him finally figuring out that his knees bend.