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When I got home yesterday MJ couldn’t wait to show me what Will can do now.
Maybe she hyped it up too much or perhaps my expectations are too high. I’m not quite sure what I expected. Maybe talking, waving his hand, juggling knives or learning how to change his own diaper. But instead, she propped him up into a seated but reclined position against the armchair of the coach and placed a pillow at his feet. Then she turned to me and said “now watch this,” with a big smile.
So I watched. I watched my cherub of a son squish up his face like he was concentrating really hard. Then he flailed his arms and strained every muscle in his body trying to sit up. And he was actually succeeding. But no sooner did he sit up from a reclined position than he lost any and all balance and tipped right over, flat on his face on the pillow.
I couldn’t help but crack up laughing. It was hysterical watching his cute little face and listening to his grunts as he expended every last effort to sit up, only to have his efforts rewarded with a face plant. He looked like a drunken hobo who’s so intoxicated he can no longer control basic body movements. The sight of his little crooked smile — looking truly victorious as he hauled himself up — only to suffer the slings and arrows of gravity’s pull as he got a face full of pillow for all his hard work.
I’m kidding of course, it’s great to see his motor skills and strength developing. And maybe I’m a bad parent for hysterically laughing at my son, but I’m sorry…it was just too funny for words. I tried to get it on video but he was all set after that.