Piglet Takes First Steps. Mummy Misses It.

As you may have guessed from the title, today was the momentous day that Piglet started walking.

I am henceforth to be found training for the one hundred metre sprint at the 2016 Olympics. After all, I am going to be running after him from now on and he is FAST.  Very fast, for somebody who has only been walking since this afternoon.

Look at him go! He’s all blurry and everything!

Anyway, it’s lucky that I finally managed to get a picture, albeit a blurry one, as I actually missed the first few steps.  Yes, missed them.  HIS VERY FIRST STEPS.  My firstborn child’s most exciting milestone, and where was I?  Oh yes, I had my back to him, and was buying a can of diet coke and some cheesy chips (for me, not Piglet.  Put down your phones people.  There will be no social services involvement regarding the nutrition.  Piglet’s sudden burst of energy was not caused by trans fats and aspartame.  No need to make like that bloke on the tube who accused me of feeding Piglet diet coke because I was HOLDING A CAN and was therefore complicit in the destruction of my innocent child’s milk teeth and start having a go, OK?)

We had taken a trip to this exciting destination

No we weren’t in the water. Piglet didn’t walk on water. That would have been an event of biblical significance indeed

And before you ask, no it wasn’t Wales.  Piglet did not take his first steps in the Land of My Fathers (great-grandmothers, more accurately, in his case.  The Land of Piglet’s Fathers is *technically* America), nor did he take his first steps on the M4 (put down your phones people).  He took his first steps in a place called Severn Beach.  See? There’s a beach.

OK there’s no beach, but there is a River Severn, and there is also a cafe called Shirley’s Cafe, although it is the sort of place that is more likely to be pronounced “caff” than “cafe,” which probably explains quite a bit about the sort of place it is.  The sort of place that, in the words of my companion, probably “hasn’t changed since 1992.  Or 1942.”  The sort of place where the most appealing morsels on offer are a Diet Coke and a plate of cheesy chips, and where one can purchase a second hand plastic windmill for £2, or a Jane Fonda workout video from 1986 for £3.  I didn’t think the prices were terribly competitive, which was probably why we were the only customers.

Anyway, my companion (my brother’s girlfriend) was looking after Piglet while I purchased our nutritious lunch, and I suddenly heard words to the effect of “ooh he’s walking!”  I turned around and Piglet had literally taken his first steps, walking towards me, and I HAD MISSED IT.  ALL FOR THE SAKE OF SOME CHIPS AND CHEESE.

I have to admit, I did doubt at the time that he had actually walked, just like I doubted when he shouted “AJ!” at the dog in the local cafe the other week that he had actually understood that the dog’s name was AJ (why do all Piglet’s significant milestones take place in cafes?  Oh yes, because we are always in them), until we were waiting at the bus stop the other day and another dog walked past and Piglet stopped what he was doing, pointed at the dog and yelled “AJ!” at it repeatedly.

And so it was that later this afternoon, I heard those very same words “He’s walking!” again, this time from my mother.  And what was I doing?  Oh yes, I had my back to him again.  I missed it YET AGAIN.  However, this time I rushed into the living room, and Piglet did it again.  He WALKED, ladies and gentlemen, he WALKED.  It was a bit like that scene in the Bible when Jesus heals the paralysed man *I IMAGINE.*  He literally got up, and walked.  And suddenly he was brilliant at it!  It was as if he had been walking his entire life.  It was if he had got up out of the womb and WALKED, and said “hello Mum, I’m your son. Shall I WALK to the boob or should I wait for them to stitch you up first, yeah?”

With bated breath, I now await the destruction of Granny’s entire house, and possibly the world, by a marauding toddler.

Modern Dad Pages
Best of Worst

17 Comments Add yours

  1. Hahaha ‘awaiting the destruction’ Oh…… the joys of a now mobile child! Aren’t they so much easier when you can put them down in one place, do the washing up (or whatever mundane chore you need to get on with) and come back to find them still in the same place!! Long gone are those days!

    1. Min says:

      Ah those days…when he used to be happy just lying on his back staring into space for as much as five minutes. I miss those days!

  2. Haha- if you’re going to miss something I’d say missing it for cheesy chips is pretty valid 🙂

  3. Wow well done piglet. It always happens like that – we wasn’t the all the time and the moment we turn around they are doing something amazing!! Thanks for linking up to #justanotherlinky xx

  4. Alison says:

    It’s great when they start walking; everything becomes exponentially more fun. They can get involved at the playground, rather than sitting in the pram. And all that chasing that you get to do… I didn’t say it would be more fun for you. Congratulations to the little guy. #SSAmazingAchievements

    1. Min says:

      Thanks! All I am hearing at the moment is warnings about how I will never stay still again. Ah well, I guess I won’t be needing that gym membership…

  5. I agree, cheesy chips are the biz. So exciting that he’s begun to walk, opens up so many possibilities – in addition to the devastation mentioned! Enjoy!

  6. Nige higgins says:

    Such a wonderful time trouble ahead lol great post #bestandworst

  7. helen gandy says:

    This is almost exactly the same as when my son started to walk, I missed the momentous occasion about three times, I couldn’t believe it! No stopping him now though hehe, all the fun starts!! Thanks for linking up to the #bestandworst hope you’ll pop by again!

    #bestandworst #justanotherlinky

    1. Min says:

      Thanks for reading. I’m sure there will be many more posts to come about the “joys” of a marauding toddler!

  8. What a great post. I’m glad you finally got to see the walking. Isn’t it funny how they are suddenly off and running. Don’t beat yourself up too much about missing those first steps. My husband missed my daughters and also her birth ;0)

    Thanks for linking up with Small Steps Amazing Achievements :0)

    1. Min says:

      Thanks for reading! He’s making up for it now. Running all over the place. And in front of me as well this time!

  9. Always a shame when you miss a milestone. Bet he is dashing round non-stop by now #weekendbloghop

    1. Min says:

      He certainly is! Getting better all the time 🙂 Thanks for reading.

  10. Well done Piglet!! ? I loved reading this. Keep up the visits to the “caff” and he will have a PhD and a mortgage by next year… and a totally smashing collection of second hand windmills! Fab. Xx

    1. Min says:

      Haha, I don’t think we’ve been back to that caff since. Although I had been meaning to go. The chips and cheese were fab!

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.