about a boy

I had a HORRID Friday but I’d leave that for another day. I’d just count the blessings from Thursday first. And then post about Friday when I can conjure up a post of that day’s event without wanting to host interviews for a new kid. A replacement that is.

Most weekdays, we’d go for walks. Nothing ‘planned’. Just go with the flow, ie, where / when / what / how all depends on weather and what time the little master wakes. Occasionally we’d go to the neighbouring park. He loves the exercise station even though everything is way too advanced for the small framed him.

He’d point his way ahead, walking towards it with intent. Sometimes you’d find him raising his hand towards you. That is his signal for “I need help. Come along and help me here”… and then he’d get to the next stage and amble along again.

He has a silly habit of squatting down when I try and take pictures. I prefer to take at his view, so I bend… and he squats. He’d just stop dead in his tracks and squat, turn to look at you and grin.

with one foot forward, the other foot back. bring it to front and so on and so forth … I’d cover the distance and make my way across the big world, one step at a time.