Hockey stick

How has it taken us this long? Today Bec picked up a Quinn-sized hockey stick at the sports store. Quinn was quite taken with it. So much so, in fact, that the no-snowshovels-at-the-table rule had to be expanded to cover hockey sticks. When I got home from work I showed him some stickhandling with his blue ball and he giggled. He giggled even more when I shot the ball against the basement door. Not habits to encourage indoors in the long term I suppose, but the concepts of stickhandling and shooting are important to instill at a young age :)

He took a couple of unaided steps tonight. His hands were never far from safety, but he's making incremental progress at walking every day. He is a master of his dump truck now - he can push it around, turn it around obstacles, and walk to its other end to push it the other way when he hits a wall. He has even turned it around 180 degrees in tight quarters by himself. This makes for a great spectator sport for mommy and daddy ensconced on the couch.

Bec had him to the doctor again today. We're mildly worried that there's a medical reason for his night wakeups. The doctor observed that he hasn't gained weight again, which is not the first time. After a blazing growth rate in the early going he's really plateaued. It's probably nothing to be worried about, but we're going to see a pediatrician anyway. Perhaps he's merely destined to be a speedy centre rather than a power winger.