Friday, August 21, 2015

Moving Ahead

Jack had his eight-month birthday this past Tuesday. I may have made more than one joke about the giant, non-crawling, toothless infant.

It was funny because he's the size of a toddler--like, literally the size of a year-and-a-half-old walking child we encountered the other day--but distinctly baby in his lack of other development.

He must have taken the jokes to heart, because he decided to do something about it this week. Specifically, the very edge of his first tooth poked through yesterday, the same day he finally got up on his hands and knees and started rocking in that soon-to-be-crawling kind of way.

He is also starting to drink water from a cup and try very hard to pick up small pieces of bread and egg and so on from his tray. Although that last one mostly devolves into examining the small pieces closely before smashing them cruelly in his giant fists, a la Lennie in Of Mice and Men.

He's trying, though. He's growing, and progressing, and getting less baby every day.

I will savor the Beet Face as long as I can, because I will miss it when he's too old to decorate his face with pureed beets that look hilariously like smeared lipstick.


tu mere said...

That kid sure does take super happy pictures. Interesting that all your boys of of a mind that crawling is obviously just a waste of time; walking is where it's at. You go, Jack. Hurry up so you can give mom a less sore back, feet, and all the other parts that are needed to lift that large body of yours!

Daisy said...

Happy baby, happy birthday!