NOT walking

Truth be told, I've been holding off on blogging with the thought that any day now, I'd be blogging about how my precious little boy is tearing through the house on two feet and doing his best to keep up with his sister. But alas, a watched pot never boils and a coaxed Todd turns obstinate. In the past few weeks, my sweet, laid back little boy has been showing more and more of his Hurricane sister's qualities. He's been certain to let us know that he will do what he decides he wants to do when he's darn. good. and. ready. And a full fledged walk? He obviously sees no need. I've told him, if he doesn't start walking soon, he's going to turn into a couch potato.
Now in his defense, I think he is trying. He's up to about four or five steps before he falls. He's a pretty wild walker and therefore seems to have balance issues. This process has been the complete opposite of our experience with Hayley. At ten months, she stood up and took off. Literally. In a matter of just minutes she went from crawler to full speed runner. So while Hayley may just be our sprinter, Todd is showing more of a predisposition towards a linebacker position. He's already got the eating part down. Because Todd? Todd is a bottomless pit. A bottomless black bean pit. I never would have imagined a little boy could love black beans the way Todd hearts black beans. Lucky for me, eh?
An endless supply of black beans, a closet full of fresh Huggies, and a cool sister to rock with. What more could a guy want?