October
18, 2000 - Wednesday
Because I had an
evening event after work today, Harry and I went in a little late this morning
and that gave us some time to play around the house. Unfortunately, it also
seemed to throw off his schedule a bit and he got a bit cranky right before
we left. However, before fatigue set in, he was in a fine mood and took another
climb up the stairs. But, this time, after playing
upstairs for several minutes, he decided that it was
time and he was ready to go down.
This was fascinating to watch. All of a sudden, Harry headed straight over
to the stairs, slowing as he got closer to the top and looking over the edge
down the staircase. Then, just as I had been trying to show him, he turned
his body around with his belly on the floor until one leg dropped over the
side of the top step. His foot immediately began reaching for a place to land,
pumping up and down as he lowered himself just enough to gain the step. With
one foot planted, he quickly pushed his other leg out from underneath himself
and down onto the same step, all the while holding the step above with both
hands. For the next step, he simply squatted down and thrust one leg backwards,
then again pumping it searchingly for the next landing spot. Even more interesting,
perhaps, he tested his methodology on just a couple of steps before returning
to the relative safety of the top of the staircase to reassess the situation.
He did the same trial run thing a couple of days ago after he first climbed
the stairs, but today he was committed to conquering the descent and quickly
attacked again, this time going all the way down to the bottom. Of course,
I was right there the whole way, but only needed to touch him on the last
step before the bottom. Whether he thought the last step was different than
the others, got careless thinking he was almost done, or just got confused,
he changed his technique on that last step and seemed to try to sit down sideways.
Admittedly, this could have worked, too, and maybe he was going to take the
last step facing forward and be off and running about the house from there.
But, his dad was not ready to wait and see and caught him as he sat. He quickly
regained his reverse motion and achieved the final step and, of course, was
off about the house, but not before a proud father congratulated him for his
excellent learning.
I know it's a big stretch, but Harry's tentative, yet committed assault on
the stairs and the apparent accessibility of his thought process in the matter,
reminds me of when his mother and I climbed the Angel's Landing at Zion National
Park. Harry was a mere embryo of about four weeks at the time, but maybe somehow,
some of that exhilaration tasted good to him. If so, maybe we're in trouble.
Comments, opinions?