A Glass Half

62 Weeks

Ren has been walking for almost two weeks at this point. It's this bizarre little miracle when it happens. Terrifying and exciting. You're relieved he's able and at the same time holding your breath for every bump, bruise, cut lip. There was a time he needed help to go from his back to his side. And now he's capable of crossing a room, opening a door, and headed, well, away. Your mind carries you to the day he attempts to jump off the roof at the neighbor's. Gets pulled over for speeding in 3 digits. Drinking... Sex... Time travel...

Ren also recognizes letters now. He will shout them out in pride or point and say, "HHaahh" for the H. I wouldn't be surprised if he started reading early. We won't let him watch TV. Words aren't just communication, they're his only source of entertainment. It's an amazing feeling to have your kid hand you a book and ask you to read it with a simple, "Geet." [Please.] I think about when he does start reading on his own... Writing on his own... Watching television... Exploring the Internet... Buying space ships...

I have to make sure Greg reads this post soon. After my next glass of wine, I might end up huddled in the bathtub crying about Marty McFly and the Millennium Falcon.