Sixlet, On The Move

 Sixlet, our sixth grandchild, is now 15 months old.  He got the long, skinny (but kind of potbellied) body  type of my side of the family.  He so much looks to be of the bean pole variety so far that we're all expecting he will be taller than his older brother Buck in another year or two.  Poor Buck got DH's big boned-ness (like DD1) but the shorter genes from Honorary Son's side of the family.  

Recently, Sixlet decided it was time to just stand up and walk.  He's been furniture walking for months and months, many months before his birthday, but had preferred to crawl speedily through open spaces rather than worry about balancing himself when there's nothing to hold onto.  With grass growing outside and the weather being warm enough for shorts rather than pants, he had to debate the prickly feel of grass on his bare knees and shins versus the effort of balancing to walk unassisted.

The mildly unpleasant feel of grass on skin won out, and now he walks everywhere. Almost as if he's been doing it forever, not just a week or two.

watching Faline's T-ball game

With his strawberry blond hair, and the fact that because of his need for length, most of his clothes are kind of big around/baggy looking, this picture of him in this outfit makes me think he's auditioning for a mini Steve Irwin role.

Time will tell if he's actually an intrepid outdoor adventurer. Thus far, all indications are yes.