Somehow we've begun counting our steps over here in the Pitts household. It all began with me counting each stair as Preston and I walked down one day. He loved it. Thought it was just the most fun game ever. And dragged me back to the stairs to walk up and down over and over again.
Hello exercise. No, I don't want to be your friend.
I can now confidently tell you that we have 14 total stairs leading from our upstairs to our downstairs.
What makes this even cuter is that Preston has now started to "count" along. Of course it's not perfect (to the common ear at least, but to my Mommy ear it is in fact perfect). It's a little bit of a gibberish that sounds a little bit like numbers. But he throws all the pauses in for effect and understand to only say one word for each stair. So that's learning.
He has also taken this new habit and expanded beyond the stairs. Now when we're walking, he'll grab my hand and begin to take exaggerated steps. This is Preston's way of telling me that it's time for us to begin counting.
I'm like his own personal pedometer.