Giant leap for daddy’s sanity
My main motivation to get them moving is so we can leave the house without the kind of baggage Mariah Carey requires for a mini break.
Last Sunday, we decided to drive into town and show them the Christmas lights.
By the time we’d filled the car, loaded the babies, driven there and found the lift out of the car park, it was dark. The friendly family shoppers had been replaced by annoying drunk Christmas revellers shouting across the street.
It made me yearn for that magic day when I will shout, ‘we’re going’ and they just put their coats on and walk out of the house (I imagine).
Unfortunately, this looks a long way off for Emma. She’s certainly no weaker or less developed than Thomas but he’s trying very hard to walk whereas she lacks ambition.
Laziness is too strong a word for her as I think it’s more manipulative than simply not being bothered.
Through a crack in the door, I watched her confidently stand up in her play pen, then, just as I burst into the room and shouted, ‘well done’, she sat down.
And who can blame her?
Why would you be in a hurry to walk when there’s a halfwit to carry you or push you everywhere you want to go in a comfy buggy?