What I can do
Monday was holiday here in Thailand. Also for daddy. So we went to the zoo. Because my mom felt sorry for me. She wanted me to see something different for a change. We don’t do so much here in Bangkok. It is not like in Sweden. Going somewhere all the time.
But it is different of course. Sweden was holiday. Thailand is not. Holiday. In Thailand they have to work. Both of them. Mamma and pappa. I can say that now. The first two words. I leared how to say mamma and pappa when we were in Sweden.
In Sweden I also leared to sit up. I mean not sit. I have known how to sit for, for, for like, forever. Ever since I was a baby. I mean I could sit. First I was lying there on the floor as usual, and then, suddenly I was sitting. Don’t ask me how I did it. I don’t know. I was just sitting there. And nobody helped me.
I did it by myself! That is great.
So, when I was sitting there, I though, maybe I should try to move around a little. So I did that. Very slowly. But now I am fast. Too fast for my own good, they say. Mamma and pappa. I move so fast that one minute I am in the livingroom. Next minute I am in the kitchen.
Now I want to walk. Crawling is boring. That is for small people. I am eight months already. Almost a grown up. I need to walk.
But that is much harder than crawling and sitting up. But I can stand. I sit on the floor and then I concentrate. And before you know, I am standing. But, then I am sitting again. I don’t understand how they do it. Standing up. Without holding on to anything. I can’t do that.
But if I have something to hold on to, no problems. I can stand forever. I hold on to my bed, to the sofa, to my parents bed, to some kind of trolley or what I should call it, that they bought for me last week. Maybe I can ask mom or dad to take a photo of it to show you…
I hold on to my chair, to the TV bench, to my dad, to my mom, to… anything. Then I stand up. I like to stand up. It is much better than sitting. Or crawling. Standing is the way to go.
But I guess walking is even better. I will try. I can walk if I hold on to something. Anything of all the holdingthings I just told you about. But I want to walk in the middle of the room. Without holding anything. Soon. I promise. Soon I will walk.
Sorry. I got carried away. Have to tell you about the zoo another day. Time to do something important now. Maybe walk somewhere.
Ok, TRY to walk somewhere.
I forgot. There’s one more thing I can do. Almost. I only did it once. In Sweden. Look!
There’s one more picture. But I can’t show you that. Mom says it is no good to show such a thing… I think it is, but sometimes I have to do as my mother tells me.
