Busting out

Last night, early in the evening, Peter was getting rather uppity, for lack of a better term. He got antsy while being fed and started swatting away anything we tried to feed him. When he was out of his high chair he didn’t know what to do and just kind of whined while bouncing around from here to there. We tried feeding him again, with me holding him and his mom giving him spoonfuls of a nice berry & banana smoothie. He liked it and was doing well eating it, until he shifted gears back into cranky mode and wound up kicking the bowl and sending smoothie all over the place.

 

I took Peter upstairs to try and calm him down and see if he would nap, since he was acting in a way that oftentimes is an indicator or fatigue, although he hadn’t done any of the other typical moves like rubbing his eyes. I was able to calm him down a little bit, and even changed his diaper, but he wasn’t interested in going down. His mom came up after de-smoothie-fying the living room, and we turned out the lights to see if that would get his motor to shut down. It didn’t. In fact, it riled him up even more. At that point we decided he needs to be transitioned into a different environment. So we took him outside for a walk. It had been up to 75 degrees during the day, but very windy like the day before, if not more so. But the sun was setting and we hoped the winds would calm somewhat, and they did, somewhat. We were out for maybe 20 minutes, and it changed him back into his normal charming self. His mom reminded me that Peter turns into another kid when he’s taken outside, which I had forgotten since it had been something like 80 bajillion months since it was nice enough to go on a walk like that and we had been buried under a glacier over the winter.

 

And then, when we got back, Peter decided to put on a show. I had gone upstairs for a couple minutes and started coming down, when, about 5 steps from the bottom, I saw Peter crawl to the foot of the stairs and look up. He then put a hand on the first step, and his knee followed. Tentatively at first, with gusto in no time, he started climbing the stairs, stopping along the way to check out the view. There are about 14 steps on the stairs, and he made it up to the last 2 before stopping. His mother and I congratulated him, and he clapped along with us, and I took him back down to the living room. He immediately turned around and went back to the stairs and climbed, this time all the way up to the top. He did it about five times in total. You would think it would have pooped him out, but he stayed up past 10:00.

 

Now the question is what he will do next.