A daily photo-blog of my life as an American transplanted in the UK.
Saturday, 4 September 2010
Year 2 Day 339: Look Ma, No Hands!
See...now he's just a show off. He only just started pulling himself up on furniture and in his cot, sitting up on his own, and crawling...but now he's going to take it one step further.
Now, when he's holding onto the sofa, he lets go with one hand...or BOTH...and tries to just walk off after something -- forgetting that he doesn't yet have the balance. I told Matt I'm going to start calling him Ryan 'No Fear.'
I was lucky to get a bit of a lie-in this morning...which was nice. Matt reported to me that Ryan whinged off and on the whole time I wasn't downstairs. I guess Mommy cuddles are the best medicine when teeth are giving you a hard time.
After two and a half years in a long-distance relationship, I packed my life of 29 years into 21 boxes and moved to England to marry and be with my husband, Matt. Now I'm reveling in the youth of my 30s in Great Britain, supply-teaching in primary schools near Birmingham and enjoying newlywed life, being a mommy, and all the surprises they bring!