Sunday, December 23, 2012

Come to mama

And with the simple phrase, "come to mama", my son took his first two steps and fell into my arms on Christmas Eve, eve.

My favorite part?

NZ was right there by my side.

As far as milestones go, we've been pretty dang lucky.

Dad got his first laugh, but I was there to hear it.

We have both been present as Sal has mastered crawling, saying "dada" and standing for the first time...and now, both being there for his first "steps" has been more than I could dream of. Dads tend to get left out of these things a, for NZ to witness them all so far has been quite special.


It could be that I have a Dad's boy, who will wait for dad to be home before he surprises us with a new found skill.

Who knows?

All I can say is that having his first steps on the eve of Christmas Eve is a milestone I won't forget anytime soon.

Impeccable timing, son.