A spring in his step!

I haven't posted in a long, long time. But it is spring! Yowza. AND, get this - Liftoff Boy is walking. Walking! Thus the punny title.

I had a conference to go to at the end of March. In Monterey. And I was very, very happy about this because it was at a conference center by the sea. And it was all kinds of anthropology types who do religion and related things. And I would get to sleep. Yay, sleep!

But I knew that LB was getting close. Standing. Standing without holding onto anything. Getting a daring look in his eye.

So I go to my conference and there is the giving of a paper and the schmoozing with the colleagues and scholars whose work I've cited remembering my work and who I am (yay!) and wandering along the rocky coastline. And one evening a bunch of us escape into Pacific Grove and go eat some actual local seafood (as opposed to the cafeteria food at the conference center) and as we approach the restaurant on foot, my phone rings. It is Liftoff Guy, returning my call and letting me know that LB...had taken his first steps.

First steps! With Mommy on the other side of the continent! My heart broke a little bit. I really did feel like crying.

But you know what? I was home the next day, and soon LB was showing me his steps. And within 10 days, he was motoring across the house in a lovely, awkward way, holding his little hands up for balance and being very proud.

And I'm proud of him too. And I could have missed those steps by being in the bathroom or at the store, and instead I was someplace where it was almost worth it.