Falling... with style!

There was portent in the air when I left for work early Thursday morning.  I gave an extra sniff, since I initially thought it might have been a malodourous reminder to clean up the back yard.  But no, it was definitely portent; the day, apparently, was going to be rife with it.

(A post in pictures.)

Son Declan spends his morning contemplating the events that only he knows will be unfolding later in the evening.

The dogs, oblivious to the portentousness I scented earlier, snooze on.

As evening nears, Declan's warning glances should have given something away.  If only we'd been more receptive to the signs!

At eight o'clock, bath time also serves as a cleansing baptism for the culmination of more than a year of preparation.

Having been overcast and rainy every day since the weekend (seriously), Thursday evening's setting sun paints the perfect backdrop for the day's denouement.

And then, cheered on by two hysterically supportive parents, and in spite of two dogs careening across the kitchen hardwood, Declan Nelson Fraser, aged 15 months and 2 weeks, takes five fully unsupported steps from his mother's grasp to his father in the living room.  And there fell face first upon the carpet since Dad was more concerned with taking the picture than catching his son.  (He got up grinning and clapping and did it again.)

Comments

[Paul]

Look out! Now's when life really gets interesting.

[Tina]

"Be careful what you wish for" Tina

[fv]

Game over, man! Game over!

[Jenn]

So true. Buckle your seatbelts.