On Walking and "Family Restaurants"

Tonight I broke out the milestone calendar that I have so willingly neglected. My mom, knowing that I am NOT a scrapbooker, bought me a milestone calender when G was born. It's basically a calendar to keep track of all the cool stuff your kid does so you can brag about how smart he is. I am way behind. I mean so far behind that I missed about a dozen things. Things is I don't feel bad about it. I mean really what does it matter to know when your child turned over? Really? When Gideon is applying for college is he going to say "I began crawling when I was 5 months old." No. He isn't. That's if he even chooses to go to college.

I am all about bragging about the brilliance of my son. Believe me. He is my favorite subject. And that's above food. But, seriously, when did it become a competition?

That said, I dusted off the ol' calendar, filled in the *cough* 5 *cough* months I missed and added a new milestone; steps. Gideon took his first steps tonight. Yes you read that right; stepS, with a capital S... at the end... as in plural... as in holy shit did that just happen?!!!! The answer? Yes it did. And I screamed and yelled, and probably scared any other steps right out of his little legs with my excitement/fear.

It seemed surreal (just like every other thing that the kid does). We were sitting around, Gideon was standing at the ottoman, just like always and I reached my arms out to him just to see what would happen. He looked at me, turned toward me, and step, step, step. WHAT?????!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

Let's see if he'll do it again. Step, fall. OH MY GOD HE DID IT AGAIN!!!!!

Then it was turbo time. The hour before bed time when he goes into turbo mode and crawls around like crazy and does.not.stop. No I'm serious. He does not stop until I pick him up and take him to bed.

As a minor note, how can a restaurant be "family friendly" if they don't have a stinking changing table in the bathroom? This isn't just little hole in the wall restaurants either, there are major chains, that carry highchairs and claim to be "family friendly", and yet there is NO F-ing CHANGING TABLE!!! It didn't used to bother me so much. G was small enough to change his diaper in the car, but now that he is 11 months old, he is way to big. I have actually been putting him in the trunk to change him. I mean really, how much do those tables cost that so many restaurants are without them? Really, really?

Enough. I'm rambling. One more month to the big ONE...