Sutter

Hi everyone! Well, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, I inherited my mom’s propensity for extremely bad puns…as the title above will soon prove! Anyway - lately I’ve discovered that there is this really cool ball that I can play with, that has holes in it so I can grab it really easily. Balls are lots of fun - my mom will roll it across the floor, and then say, “Go get the ball, Sutter - go get the ball!”. So I crawl really really fast across the floor and get the ball, and then I hold it out in front of me with a big grin and a giggle, as if to say “Hey, look what I got!”. Then I crawl really really fast back across the floor to my mom and give her the ball and we start all over again. And again. And again. (Adults love repetition - what is that? Must be developmental). So today we’re playing and then I decide I will take off with the ball and try to create a NEW game, which I call “Roll the Ball Across the Seat of the Chair”. It’s a blast, and I’m pretty awesome at it. Well, I was standing at the chair playing my new game, when I decided to try and see if the ball would roll across the bottom rung of our dining table. So I let go of the chair as I reached out for the table, and guess what? I stood for like 2 seconds all on my own, and then took a tentative step! I’m not even sure I realized I was doing it, but my mom freaked out and practically threw a ticker tape parade! She called my dad to tell him of my accomplishments, and seemed quite pleased overall. After that I was more interested in just cruising some more, but hey…when this walking thing happens I am ready! Look out world, here I come! (So does this mean that now I can ride my brother’s big kid bike?)