Yes, I actually said that out loud

First, some background: A while back, I posted video of Coy taking his first steps. After some regression while we were in Utah, he is not only walking, but running - with all the coordination you'd expect of a penguin out for a jog. It was definitely a slow, calculated transition from crawling to walking to running. I don't know why I would expect anything else from that kid . . . now on to the story.
Shortly after Coy had mastered walking, we were at dinner with our good friends, the Woodruff's. After a rather exhausting meal featuring a dinner party of 4 adults and 4 boys under the age of 4, I put Coy down to show off his new walking skills. Scott, the self-proclaimed King of the Woodruff clan, commented on how our lives are now going to be completely different, just wait for the changes that are about to happen. And, I look him squarely in the face and said "Nah, I am not worried. I don't really remember the transition from crawling to walking being that life altering." AND I WAS SERIOUS . . . . SERIOUSLY, SERIOUS.

Then, we left the restaurant and headed over to Sonic for dessert-- apparently because the abuse we had taken during dinner was not enough. And it was there, while chasing a now walking one-year-old around, steering him away from moving cars and moving people, and HOLY CRAP did he just almost fall off the curb, all while trying to maintain my end of an adult conversation, that I was hit with the repressed memories of what it was like to have one of these extremely mobile, but with no common sense or concept of fear, one-year-old-walking-monsters around. And I imagine what I felt at that moment was similar to what it feels like when you are run over by an 18-wheeler, carrying a very large load of dump trucks.

The point of the story? Coy is now walking and Brandon and I are exhausted.