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Having an increasingly mobile daughter was both a relief and a concern.
The relief was that she was acquiring milestones as a developing child could be expected to reach them, so he wasn't doing something completely wrong, although he wasn't sure he'd contributed to this one so much as Shenlong, by way of both being and not being a stationary dog; when moving, this compelled Olivia to try to follow, and when not, this allowed her to use him as a sort of mobile assistance platform for clambering to her feet.
The concern was that now she was getting harder to keep track of; one couldn't simply set her down and know that she would be more or less there unless outside agency moved her. Now she was her own agency, albeit somewhat shaky.
When she'd been learning to crawl, she'd had something of a tendency to overbalance for a time, toppling forward onto her forehead. There'd been a brief period where she'd had the occasional bruise on her forehead from this, and William had found himself explaining to random people passing by the circumstances of this, because he was worried it looked suspicious otherwise.
He was concerned about this happening again with the walking, since she wasn't entirely stable. Although he had difficulty conceiving of the fall in which she impacted face first, since mostly she seemed to fall backwards, he wasn't ruling it out.
He was considering trying to find her a helmet. Maybe some padding. If he had to raise a helmet baby to keep her minor scrape and injury free, than he would bloody well raise a helmet baby.
At the moment, though, he was using the island's natural cushioning by walking her down the beach, standing behind her and taking hold of the hands she had above her head to keep her balanced and upright as they advanced.
"I hope you know where we're going," he said, although he suspected it was simply forwards. "Or are we stopping?" She seemed to be slowing down, so he slowed down and they halted, and he let her settle to the sand.
At which point she made an upset noise. "Oh, no, we're still going? Well, all right," he said, as she clambered back up with some assistance and they set out again.
"Boot," she said, with some satisfaction. He supposed it was somewhat relevant to the circumstances.
The relief was that she was acquiring milestones as a developing child could be expected to reach them, so he wasn't doing something completely wrong, although he wasn't sure he'd contributed to this one so much as Shenlong, by way of both being and not being a stationary dog; when moving, this compelled Olivia to try to follow, and when not, this allowed her to use him as a sort of mobile assistance platform for clambering to her feet.
The concern was that now she was getting harder to keep track of; one couldn't simply set her down and know that she would be more or less there unless outside agency moved her. Now she was her own agency, albeit somewhat shaky.
When she'd been learning to crawl, she'd had something of a tendency to overbalance for a time, toppling forward onto her forehead. There'd been a brief period where she'd had the occasional bruise on her forehead from this, and William had found himself explaining to random people passing by the circumstances of this, because he was worried it looked suspicious otherwise.
He was concerned about this happening again with the walking, since she wasn't entirely stable. Although he had difficulty conceiving of the fall in which she impacted face first, since mostly she seemed to fall backwards, he wasn't ruling it out.
He was considering trying to find her a helmet. Maybe some padding. If he had to raise a helmet baby to keep her minor scrape and injury free, than he would bloody well raise a helmet baby.
At the moment, though, he was using the island's natural cushioning by walking her down the beach, standing behind her and taking hold of the hands she had above her head to keep her balanced and upright as they advanced.
"I hope you know where we're going," he said, although he suspected it was simply forwards. "Or are we stopping?" She seemed to be slowing down, so he slowed down and they halted, and he let her settle to the sand.
At which point she made an upset noise. "Oh, no, we're still going? Well, all right," he said, as she clambered back up with some assistance and they set out again.
"Boot," she said, with some satisfaction. He supposed it was somewhat relevant to the circumstances.