When Luke is your older brother, you've got a lot to live up to in the "tricks" department. Luke just loves daring the heights, risking the jumps, flipping the loops. Little Seamus has the handicap of being three years younger, but he has also not shown much interest in Sport - beyond being amused by somebody else's antics, that is. In the last month or so he has gotten up on his hands and knees and picked up speed, although he's still faster doing the army crawl (he's got powerful obliques!). Then he has also decided that downward facing dog is a comfortable pose and that's been a funny favorite among his audience members. But in the last day or two he has decided the world looks better from a distance. That's right, he's standing up! He's not actually "cruising" yet (walking along furniture), but he's pulling himself up on anything that's just about the right height.
Whenever he gets a chance, my baby is going up (and yes, I misspelled that on purpose). With Luke I was so excited about these milestones that I hardly gave much thought to leaving his babyhood behind. With Seamus I have stopped just short of knocking him down so that he doesn't learn how to walk! He's been growing too fast since the moment he was born (the growth he did in my womb couldn't have gone fast enough.). *sigh* Growing up is hard for a mom to allow. Still, I'm proud of our newest acrobat.
My Mom always made up her own appropriate words to familiar song tunes, and I have carried on the tradition. Here's what we're singing around here:
He flies through the air with the greatest of ease, the daring Seamus on his flying trapeze. His actions: not graceful. His mom he does please! My love he has stolen away!
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