Now that I don’t spend so much of my everyday with Pip I keep finding myself surprised by him. In my mind the baby I leave at home every morning is a tiny snuggly little thing that curls up in my arms to sleep, head nestling into my neck and one arm clinging on around my shoulders.
But when I come home and look around the room for my baby, there standing up against the play kitchen, holding on with one hand and waving wildly with the other, is my Pip, every inch a little boy.
He’s rapidly cruising the furniture now and I know we’re only a few months at most away from him walking (please let those first steps be when I’m at home), and all his pulling up and climbing is opening up a whole new world. Some of it, we’d rather he stopped exploring, the climbing onto the footstool to reach up and cling to the television being our favourite, and some is wonderful to see.
Starting with what is now Pip’s racing car. I don’t think we’d had it out since before our Europe trip; Kitty and Elma have been so taken up with their bike and scooter collection that their once beloved car had been rather neglected. We pulled it out, put it on the patio and helped Pip climb in.
And oh the expressions on that little boy’s face. First bemused, then tentatively reaching out to grab at the steering wheel, then letting go when it didn’t move, and then huge smiles when he realised that the steering wheel moves just like his favourite spot at the play park.
Elma and Kitty came to have a look, because naturally even if you’ve shown no interest in something for the last month, if your brother has it then it’s something you ought to have instead, and once we’d convinced them that we really were serious when we said it was Pip’s go, and we really would take anyone inside who thought they’d just haul him out and have a go instead, they decided to show him exactly how it all works.
Elma filled the car with fuel, and showed him how to beep the horn (cue even broader smiles) and then just in case it might rain, or possibly because it was blazingly sunny, she went to get an umbrella to hold over him. Shades of the F1 grid for the world’s most stationary race car.
His feet do touch the floor and I know that any minute now he’ll figure out how to propel himself around the patio and that will be another skill learned and another milestone reached but for now I’m going to enjoy every minute of my baby joyfully playing engines and try not to blink and find him all grown up too fast.