My grandson, Ben, is extremely near taking his first steps ... walking on his own. Much to my surprise, while getting a few final items put away in our new townhome, what should I find but a note I penned over 20 years ago when my youngest son, Erik, learned how to walk. This entry is dedicated to my children ... Karen, Carl and Erik!
From April 26, 1991 (transposed word for word from my handwritten note):
I will attempt to write regularly and document Erik's development from age 1 on. I should have done this for Karen and Carl, but as I still expected to have more children after both of them, the need to write was not so intense. Years from now it would otherwise be impossible to remember what a joy (and pain!) little children can be.
Within the last three weeks Erik has learned to walk. The first night was special. Carl, Karen and I were strung out on my bed watching TV (Molly was at a Women of Today meeting). Suddenly as I looked over towards my bureau, there was Erik walking across the bedroom floor. I cheered, picked up Erik and hugged him. I bounced Erik up and down in my arms and cheered some more. Although Erik couldn't talk, he giggled and giggled. He was proud of himself and quite happy.
Anyhow, Carl, Karen and I proceeded to have Erik walk ... walk ... walk. He only was willing to try if he was in the bedroom ... I think 7 or 8 steps was his limit. Since it was a special night, I let all three children stay up past their bedtime (7:30 p.m.) so we could all show Mommy. I am proud to say when Molly came home about 8:30 p.m., Erik performed like a star.
Erik is going through a Daddy phase right now. One of his favorite tasks is to help me get dressed. He particularly likes to get my shoes out of the closet and bring them to me. Erik's idea of fashion is one sneaker and one leather shoe. This morning Erik insisted that I put on my leather work shoes. The fact that I only had my socks and underpants on didn't phase him in the least. When I took a walk inside thusly attired Karen thought I looked weird!! I just told her that Erik had picked out my clothes for the day.
Finally, here is one photo from about the correct time period ... one of the few I have scanned at this point. Karen and Carl are "helping" Great Grampa Hoeg open his birthday presents! I inserted a photo of Erik from when he was a bit older.