It's Just Me and the Bull

Ryan's off to Missouri this afternoon. He'll only be gone 48 hours or so, not a big deal. So it's just me and Rogan... the bull. No one ever mentions that 9 month olds are like bulls in a china shop. People talk about how colic is rough, you don't get any sleep the first 3 months, teething, no one ever mentions the time period where kids are fully mobile yet cannot understand the words "no" and "come here". My goodness. Rogan is also a bull due to his stubborn determination to accomplish what he wants. Whether it's climbing the stairs (supervised the whole way of course, and yes, he can get all the way up in about 30 seconds), or reaching a toy that's too high, he will not stop until he succeeds.

Last night Rogan used a toy as a step stool for the first time. He has a green dragon that's about 12 inches high that was pushed up against his toy table. His rings were on top of the table, so he scaled the dragon to pull them down. And he did it! It was one of those moments where I was thinking "uh-oh, this could be bad, he could fall, should I go help?" so I was there to "catch", but let him do it. he seemed to be very proud of himself. He then played with the rings for 10 seconds until he crawled off to his next adventure, and I followed right behind.