Walking

I'm currently (and rather depressingly) watching Chelsea lose to Valencia in the quarter finals of the Champions League. I know I predicted that they'd be knocked out, its just depressing watching it happen. This must be what it feels like to be an Arsenal fan.

Anyway, just to take my mind off it all, I'm posting a photo of Sam taking a few steps.




The week at my mum's totally carpeted house meant that he's really got the hang of walking now. I think he was a little surprised coming back to the solid wood floors of our house and finding that it can really hurt when you fall over.

He's also got his first pair of shoes. I was a bit surprised that the lady in the shoe shop told me he was ready for shoes as when Jacob was first walking I found an official-looking website that said that first shoes aren't needed until they've been walking for 7 - 8 weeks. I was actually expecting to buy a pair of the pre-walkers that are a much lighter shoe and yet more rigid than pram shoes; certainly, going straight to proper shoes has troubled him a bit as suddenly he's got something rather heavy and rigid on his feet and he's not quite sure what to do about it.

I'm leaving him to walk around the house bare footed, but he's been out in the garden with them on and pootling around the tea gardens at the Balloon Tree Farm shop on Saturday.

And on other baby development matters, I've noticed today that his top canines have come through properly with the bottom two just about to erupt. By my calculations, that gives him 14 teeth with another two on the way; but as none of his molars or his eye teeth are fully through,
that gives him a grand total of eight teeth that he's cutting AT ONCE! Poor devil, no wonder he's dribbling like its going out of fashion.

And on that note, Shev has just equalised. Game on? Maybe.