November 6, 2011 by northernmumblings
Our bumshuffling baby is really no longer a baby. At eighteen months he has decided that he is finally up on his feet.
I thought it lovely that he was pushed trolley dolly style in the walker by the big girl until this was all he accepted as a mode of transport except for the speedy bumshuffle. The trolley was definitely not for walking according to the wee man. Feet were lovely but not for walking on. Tickling yes, raspberrying yes, kicking yes …. walking NO.
The visit to Cornwall tipped the balance of our toddling fate. They have a very battered, very loved horse on wheels which my mum fished out of the cupboard for the little boy and he decided that he would deign to get up on his toes for this. Off he trotted.
Back up north, he viewed our inferior trolley askance and then bumshuffled off before finally tiptoeing back hauling the trolley in front of him. Now a trip to the shoe shop has done the trick and off he totters, hand held or trolley pushed. My baby no more.