We were out exloring a new park the other day when Isaiah ~ not looking where he was going, again ~ stumbled over a huge rock. J swooped in for the save, albeit too little, too late. Bam! Zay went down to his knees. It didn't look bad right away. But the way he was carrying on, you would thought he had been severed at the waist. Daddy was cleaning the debris off of Zay's legs when I noticed the blood. And that's when it hit me: my son was walking, tripped, and skinned his knees. Just like a typical 6 year-old boy.
Just like a typical 6 year-old boy.
One year ago, at 5 years-old, Isaiah started walking. For real walking. No walker, walls, passing by legs, therapists, or furniture to hold onto.
July 31, 2009
Look how far he has come...
July 29, 2010
By 2011, Usain Bolt will have nothin' on Zay.