No...he still isn't walking so don't get that excited. However, he has had a lot of big things this week. Ben really is growing up. Joe and I went to visit our friends the other day. They just had a baby (or rather she did) so we brought them some food and a baby gift. I had forgotten just how tiny they are and how newborns know absolutely nothing. It made me realize how far we had come.
So anyway, on Monday Benjamin said his first word. It was "dog." To be honest, I think he said it a week prior, but it did not register until later. But this time I had a witness and the dog wasn't even Bastian. I also think he may have said "kitty", but since I have no witnessess I won't count it. I told Joe about it and, of course, he did not believe me. Joe claimed he did not know what the word dog meant. So he asked Ben where the dog was. Benjamin looked under the table at the dog. I love that boy.
He is also getting in his first molar. That will be tooth #9. Fortunately, he hasn't been too fussy. The only reason I noticed it is because he had his mouth open screaming. Apparently, getting one's diaper changed is very stressing. Maybe he could just learn to use the toilet then.
Lastly, he is officially pulling up on things now. He pulled up using the tub in the bathroom this morning. I tried not to get too excited, but then he has done it several more times in different locations. It wasn't just a fluke!! I have also gotten a bit more relaxed on the tough love policy. The truth is that if I walk him around more often, his confidence grows and he starts to test the boundaries. However, if he gets into an uncomfortable position, he just screams and gives up. I would much rather would leave him and see what he comes up with. Unfortunately, what he has come up with is me. It is actually kind of clever. One day, he'll let go. But today, he pulled up and I think I had something to do with that progression.
On a different note, I bought Bastian a dog treat from the market. He acts like he is sorely neglected so I thought this would cheer him up. At the market, they sell all kinds of pig parts for dogs to chew on. I thought I was doing a nice thing. What a mistake! I wasn't planning on it coming inside, but it started pouring so the dog (and the pig hoof) came inside. The hallway stunk for the longest time! It smells like what you think a dried pig's hoof would smell like...only six times worse. Poor Bastian really loves it. I feel so bad for kicking him out all the time. I'm just glad I did not get the entire leg (yes, that is an option).
Here is a video of Ben. He's crying because he can't get down from the stool. I think you just click the play button icon on the picture.
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