Going for a walk with Dad
As Dad pulled the stroller backwards through the front door, TJ’s feelings of pleasure evidently mixed with a hint of trepidation – the classic “I know something’s gonna happen, and I have absolutely no idea what.”
Not what it looks like
This is TJ, not actually reading, and not actually standing (he’s leaning slightly backwards – but certainly growing in confidence!)
The last pic shows his two teeth, which are still coming through on his lower gum.
At George Gregan Playground
He didn’t venture far from the stroller, but I made sure to take a photo when he did.
Look Mum! No hands!
I’m still trying to convince TJ to investigate regular-style crawling. . . with little success (it’s meant to be great for coordination, or I wouldn’t care – he’s happy, and it doesn’t change how much I have to carry him), but technically this is more exciting, since the day TJ can walk to the car and climb in himself is a glorious day for my back.
Also, fun for all (incidentally, that’s my babysitter in the “slacker” T-shirt – make of that what you will).
Felicity Banks 