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The Boy has decided he can't wait for us any longer. He has been pretty patient with us, and we have helped him out a few times, but apparently it wasn't enough. We have been busy and, let's face it, he is, after all, number two. So, with alacrity, he was off. That's right - he just started walking on his own. He stood up in the middle of the kitchen and, putting one foot in front of the other, he made himself master of bipedal progress. Okay, maybe not master, but he'll get there. Not bad for a ten month old.

Naturally, I decide this was an event worthy of video. I quickly grabbed the camera and readied it for what was sure to be a memorable stroll. So what did The Boy do? Yeah, he sat down. Then he decided the upright world wasn't all it seemed so he went back to his original method of locomotion - crawling. Seems about right. Patience pays off, however, and I did manage to get some video (see below).

The Boy is so much different from his sister in so many ways. He is much more aggressive in the way he plays and interacts with others. He loves to take two items (any two) and bang them together. London never showed much interest in making noise using household items but she was (still is) much more garrulous. Kirby also has more things figured out at a younger age. He is getting into the cabinets, pantry, and closets. London never showed much interest in such activities. He has it figured out that if he rolls a ball to us, we will roll it back. He also has figured out how to get us to laugh.

The other night, we were sitting at the dinner table eating and Kirby threw his head back against the wooden high chair and bumped his head. Hoping he had not hurt himself and trying to get his attention in case he had, I said loudly with a smile, "Bonk!" He thought that was funny and quickly decided to see if I would keep trading him my verbal comedy for his physical comedy. I was happy to oblige and he just kept bumping his head on the chair and laughing.

A couple of days ago he decided to see if the same rule applied using appliances. I was standing in the kitchen when he came crawling in, parked himself in front of the dishwasher and swiftly began bumping the back of his head against it while trying to gauge my reaction. We traded laughs for a few minutes. The Boy is a hoot.

Dad suggested a couple of weeks ago that I should get Kirby a helmet. I declined saying that I wasn't really worried about Kirby's health since he took up cigars last month. Boys will be boys. The video is a bit dark as I forgot to turn on enough lights. Enjoy!

Love,
Paul