Time seems to be speeding up now. Or maybe it's just you.
On September 20th you started crawling and you've just gotten faster and faster. If it's possible to say that you run while you crawl, then you do it. We have learned now that anything on the floor is fair game for you to gum, so I feel as though I'm constantly on a recon mission for little pieces of paper, old bits of vegetable and various odds and ends from craft projects that end up on the hardwoods in any given day. I've given up on getting all the cheerios. We just let you eat those off the floor. (Is this second child syndrome or just picking your battles?) I think we hit a new low when Daddy gave up one day and just put your highchair tray on the floor so you could finish dinner there.
The theme of the month has been movement. You are sitting up from crawling, climbing the furniture, and us, and bonking your head on a daily basis. This bothers your Dad particularly as he says your head sounds like a melon hitting the floor. (Ouch.) Sometimes you could care less and others you scream like crazy. Then, you get crawling so fast that you flip yourself over onto your back. I'm not sure how you accomplish this but it's hard not to laugh even when you're crying.
And, finally, you have teeth. The first tooth was almost a surprise. Just looked and there it was. The second tooth came a week later, the day after Thanksgiving, and was much more traumatic. Fever of 103 F and much crankiness....although strangely much better naps and sleep.
We're also not sure about the talking thing yet. It seems like you're saying words, but is this merely a parent's fantasy of a genius child or true language? Only you know, and you're not telling.
You're "activity" baby now too. We have a baby time thing on Monday and Tuesday, which means singing various songs that you mostly enjoy. Although you like crawling around and checking out the other kids and the toys better than hearing me sing The Wheels on the Bus. On Fridays we go to swimming lessons, which you really enjoy. The first lesson you even blew bubbles in the water. Mostly you like floating around and splashing. For me, swimming lessons is an acrobatic feat trying to get you ready, then me ready while not setting you on the yucky change room floor at any point. (Uncle Duncan took the picture when he came to lessons with us after Thanksgiving.)
And, you got to experience your very first Thanksgiving at our house. The biggest benefit for you, besides lots of extra attention, was leftovers. Turkey, sweet potatoes, potatoes...you ate it all! Eating food on your own now is a favourite activity. For awhile you even refused to let me feed you unless you had food you could feed yourself too, so now you get lots of little pieces on your tray to eat or drop in your lap. Whatever works.
And here is a picture of Thanksgiving Day...you're the one trying to escape in the first row.
Right now, you are a one man adventure.
Love,
Mom
p.s. Vitat stats: 18 lbs (8 kgs) and 27 inches longs.
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