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the rituals of fridays

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When Fridays come we do the “Garbage Truck Dance”.

Garbage truck + recycling truck + yard waste truck x 2 sides of the street = six times that this little boy nearly jumps out of his skin with joy because garbage trucks are the single coolest thing on the planet (except for Daddy of course.) And he can hear them from any part of the house (score one for single pane windows!)  Last time it happened right after I pulled him out of the bathtub so I carried a dripping wet towel wrapped baby down the hallway and to the couch in the living room so we could watch it.  Yep, I’m a cool mom. For umm.. another nine years or so hopefully.

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I love how he stands on his little tiptoes trying to see down the street as far as possible.  I love his passion for life, and yep – for garbage trucks.

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and just like that…

…The baby started walking. He took one step back on June 27th. A nice way to celebrate his referral anniversary I thought. Actually, I’m pretty sure he didn’t realize what he was doing and once he realized it he sat down and started crawling as fast as he could. And he kept crawling until three days ago when he decided to take a few more. Then two days ago he took about ten. And then yesterday, well yesterday I looked over and the boy just stood up and walked across the living room. Like it was no big thing. Like he could do it all along but had suddenly decided it was time. I love this kid.

 

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{{Got to love that smile.  He knows he’s good.  It was pretty cute how proud he got later on in the evening showing off for Papa and Gigi on Sk*pe.}}

 

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{{That dimple pops when he’s concentrating.}}

 

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{{I love how he looks up at me like “check this out mom, I’m rocking this if you hadn’t noticed.”

 

He’s been walking in circles (literally) all day now. It’s pretty fun to watch how excited he gets when he realizes what he’s doing. It’s also pretty funny how excited N and I get watching him.  It’s amusing, this celebrating of mostly ordinary movement. Babies are good for that I think, at making us take the ordinary and turning it into something celebration-worthy.

And we’re rocking the celebrating around here.