Walking the walk, talking the talk
One thing that everybody's asking me these days - when I talk about Hannes, my 1-year-old son - is if Hannes walks. Walking is a big thing, walking's huge. Basically, when a baby gets upright, he becomes a real human, and leaves the monkey world for monkeys. Not the monkeying around, necessarily.
Oh, Hannes doesn't walk yet. He can stand up, especially if he doesn't notice that he's not leaning on anything, but taking that first step seems to be a feat Hannes is just not ready for.
But oh boy, does he talk. From the second he wakes up to the second he falls asleep. For the past few weeks, all he said was variations of t and vowels. You know, "tatata," "to to to," "teteteeetee". Yesterday, he switched to "k": "kakakaka," "kokokoko." Even if we don't really know what he's saying, we do understand him.
Or that's what we think.
