The house that we moved into is a two story town house. Kitchen and livingroom down stairs. Two bedrooms and a bathroom up stairs. Need-less to say the kids and I have to go up and down the stairs a lot. At first I was thinking that I was immediately going to have to rush out and buy 2 baby gates to but and the top and bottom of the stairs. And then I started really watching Dart. He was going up and down them like a champ. He knew to hold on to the wall or the rail. He made sure that his feet were right in the middle of each step before he went on to the next one. And if for any reason he wasn't feeling comfortable he would just sit down and scoot down or get on his hands and knees and crawl up.
Well, one day about 2 weeks ago, my husband was playing with him in his room. At some point they decided the needed to come down stairs to see what sister and I were up to. Dusty made it down the stairs first and then turned around and began to be the worrier that he is.
He kept repeating," you be careful son." and "Slow down don't go so fast"
Finally, when Dart was about half way down the stairs he had enough of his dad babying him. He stopped square in the middle of that step, put his hands on his little hips, looked down and his father and said, "I got this dad!"
I died laughing. The look on Dusty's face was priceless. It was a combination of shock, pride, and a little bit of sadness. He was shocked that Dart spoke to him like that (although I'm not sure why, Dart has always said exactly what was on his mind), proud of his son for being so grown up, and sad that Collin was beginning to not need him anymore. And all I could do was try to not laugh so hard that I hurt myself as I was cooking dinner.
It was a moment to remember. Now, two weeks later, Dusty still hovers over him as they go up and down the stairs but he keeps his comments to him self. I think I did catch him holding his breath as he watched Collin come down for breakfast this morning. But I could have been imaging thing.
