That's How I Roll

From rolling to walking

Originally published 11 November 2014

I've always been a pretty mobile boy, although in earlier days it was more of the rolling variety. I could get quite a head of steam up rolling from one side of the lounge to the other. But now I'm a walker extraordinaire, taking paths, lawns and gentle slopes all in my stride. Literally.

So you can see how far I've come, this is me rolling towards my jolly jumper when I was about 8 months old.

Fast forward a few months and I've progressed to crawling; here I am being lured up the hall with a box of raisins.

Then in September, when I was 15 months old, I took my first faltering steps. I'd been practicing by walking around the lounge, holding onto the couch or the coffee table, but this was me doing it all by myself. Even if I did look a little bit like Mum & Dad had slipped something alcoholic into my milk.

All the way up to today, with me 17 months old walking like a big boy around our back garden on a sunny Spring afternoon. Before Mum & Dad know it, I'll be running around and causing even more mischief. And then I'll ask to borrow their car.