TWWWOOOOO

In another blog, a friend wrote something about her new baby which triggered a memory i have of the mini-me that always makes me giggle...

He was about 10 months old and on the go. Constantly.

At that time we lived in a semi-detached house, 2 flrs and a finished basement. Nice digs for starting out as homeowners. We'd gone from living together in a semi-decent two bedroom apartment in a 3 story walk-up to married, 'sponsible parents in a brand new house in a year's time - and i was also in school full-time from the time mini-me was 6 months old.

Anyhow...the boy was a mover...*grin* and any chance he got he was up the stairs if the babygate was down. One day i caught him about 5 stairs up and i employ the "1-2-3" method with him. It works. Most of the time....at least to get his attention.

i counted off....."ooooone"

And he replies..with his Gerber-baby-cute-grin on his face..."twwwwoooooooo!"

Well, at least i knew he was learning his numbers...lol