Since that posting, Kio has gotten his crawl on but it's not what I would call traditional. In fact, where locomotion is concerned, my son marches (or rather crawls) to the beat of his own drum.
Here he comes...
And there he goes...
And there he goes...
Perhaps someday he'll be a mighty swimmer.
When he started his squeaky frog crawl, Shin and I figured that it was just a stage; something to get by on until he mastered the more traditional hands and knees version.
Nope.
A month and a half later and he's still doing the squeaky frog thing, just faster. Seriously, the kid can fly (swim?) across the floor.
By the way, I'd like to be able to say that the squeakiness is a testament to the cleanliness of my floor - trust me this is not the case. The squeak is all Kio.
On top of crawling, in the last month Kio has also 'mastered' the art of sitting on his own. On Christmas day I put him on the floor on his tummy, turned away for five seconds, and when I looked back he was sitting.
TA DA!
The mystery sitting happened a few more times. I would put him in his crib for a nap, and peek in a few minutes later only to find him sitting up, looking as pleased as punch. A few more 'sits' went by before I managed to catch him in the act.
Again, traditional is not what I would call wee Kio's movement from tummy to bum.
It starts with a near perfect Downward Facing Dog, feet planted firmly on the ground, barely a hint of a bend at the knee. Once his bum is as high in the air as it can get, he lets his knees give out and down he goes into a sit.
Unfortunately, the pictures that I have don't really do the whole process justice because I've been laughing too hard to focus properly.
That's probably why he did it in secret for so long.
With his very special crawl, and his one of a kind sit occupying his time, Kio has yet to start walking. He loves to stand while holding on to my hands for support but isn't really interested in pulling up on the furniture. He also likes to walk around while holding on to our hands and when I say walk...
Yes, his little walk is also rather unique.
He picks his foot up at high as he can and then takes the biggest step possible. It is truly ridiculous. When his grandfather witnessed this for the first time he commented that Kio is never going to be able to walk on his own if he doesn't take smaller steps. I would be inclined to agree except that his crazy crawl and silly sit seem to serve him just fine, and I'm sure his wonky walk will as well.
Again, traditional is not what I would call wee Kio's movement from tummy to bum.
It starts with a near perfect Downward Facing Dog, feet planted firmly on the ground, barely a hint of a bend at the knee. Once his bum is as high in the air as it can get, he lets his knees give out and down he goes into a sit.
Unfortunately, the pictures that I have don't really do the whole process justice because I've been laughing too hard to focus properly.
That's probably why he did it in secret for so long.
With his very special crawl, and his one of a kind sit occupying his time, Kio has yet to start walking. He loves to stand while holding on to my hands for support but isn't really interested in pulling up on the furniture. He also likes to walk around while holding on to our hands and when I say walk...
Yes, his little walk is also rather unique.
He picks his foot up at high as he can and then takes the biggest step possible. It is truly ridiculous. When his grandfather witnessed this for the first time he commented that Kio is never going to be able to walk on his own if he doesn't take smaller steps. I would be inclined to agree except that his crazy crawl and silly sit seem to serve him just fine, and I'm sure his wonky walk will as well.
Perhaps as a member of a marching band...?
And that brings us to the piece de resistance, onesie number eleven. And what a onesie it is!
Just around the time that The Bean was conceived, our very good mates The Prices were packing up their life in Japan and heading back the UK.
If the truth be told, and perhaps it shouldn't be but I'm feeling rather honest this evening, the great cell division that was to become our darling son more than likely began on the day of their leaving party.
Anyway, having just vacated the Land of the Rising Sun, it was obvious that Lady Price would not be attending my baby shower - at least in person.
She was certainly there in spirit!
Being contenents apart didn't stop her from helping out with the games, sending a letter and labour bead, and inspiring a onesie with two simple words:
"sparkly motorbike".
Genius!
Of course, once the idea was out in the open it was up to the Sugar Fairy to work her magic with the pattern.
Pure magic!
Before I could even pull the shirt over his head, Kio started in on the sparkles. He loves anything with beads, buttons or small pieces that he can twirl between his fingers; the sparkles on this shirt were no exception. It was quite difficult to get a picture that does the design justice while he was picking at it.
With onesie number eleven debuted that means that we are very close to the end of Kio's first year...eek!
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