Walking Wonders (cont.)

Since the blog post about Jack’s walking, he’s getting better and better as each day passes. 

His confidence in himself is probably what is increasing, as I think that he’s physically been able to walk for a little while now – when we used to hold his hands, he’d be fine, but he’d start to panic as soon as you let go, even though he was fine.

Either way, his walking is fantastic.  It means that he can make the other side of the house before you know that he’s gone, which is a worry!  People used to say: “ooh, when he can crawl, then you’ll be on your toes…”, which later turned into “ooh, when he can walk, you’ll be on your toes even more..!”  True to form, now that he can walk, he’s off.  But it’s actually ok, as it’s as though now that he can walk, he’s expanded the horizons on where he can go, in that, beforehand, we didn’t really want him crawling on the grass, but now that he can walk, he’s able to wander over to the trees in the garden, or chase Alfie (the dog) around, albeit slowly and with arms flapping around.

Also, the fact that he’s up on two legs now rather than crawling around on all fours, instantly makes him look… more grown up? Does that make sense?  Obviously, he’s still garbles his words and dribbles a fair bit, but the walking thing certainly helps.

The Beach
Friday afternoon, as the weather was really nice and we were both off work, Claire and I decided to take Jack and the dog to the beach for a walk.  We weren’t expecting a great deal, in that we took the buggy/pram too, expecting to have to push Jack along the beach, but getting some fresh sea-air in the meantime. Yeah… he was off, and wasn’t hanging around for us!

I think he really liked it, as we let him wander off where-ever he wanted to go, as there wasn’t anything (or anyone) around to bother him, except of course the billions of litres of sea-water that was gradually coming in-land.  Other than that, he was fine, occasionally tripping over something that wasn’t there, but that was probably because he was trying run after the dog and that his flappy little feet couldn’t keep up with his head!  I don’t think that the dog who wasn’t overly impressed about it all though.

We also took his shoes and socks off and he and I went into the sea. He was splashing around, getting wet, getting me even wetter, all whilst giggling about it the whole way through.  He kept trying to go towards the crabs that were floating in the shallow waters, but they still looked quite alive to me!

The weather there was brilliant that afternoon.  The sun was shining, but it wasn’t baking hot, there wasn’t very much of a breeze at all, and the best thing was that the beach was empty!  We kept Jack’s coat on in case of him getting cold, but in fact it more helped in keeping the sun off his head more than anything!

Also, true to form, we did manage to take about 200 photos that afternoon, the better ones of which Claire has uploaded to Jack’s mini-site.