I have tried three times to upload photos to this post, to no avail. Blogger has not liked me the last coupla days. So, sorry folks, but today you get the plain text version. Shame, I have some great photos to share! Maybe next time.
This month was marked by the purchase of a Jolly Jumper. You know, kind of like a baby bungie. You hang from a spring and can bounce up and down. Why, oh why, didn’t I get you one of these a long time ago? You adore it. And I love watching you enjoying yourself in it. The first time I put you in it, I couldn’t believe how much noise you made. Shrieks of delight. A grin that threatened to split your face in two. We put the radio on and you danced to the music. It amazes me how you can pick out the beat.
Our introduction to the Jumper was not without its problems though. The first couple of times that I put you in it, I didn’t realize that your arms are supposed to go between the straps hanging from the top. It didn’t say anything about that in the instructions. So, imagine my horror when, on the second time, I watched helplessly from the doorway as you rotated slowly (ever so slowly!) until you were hanging upside down. Luckily, you were left dangling just slightly above the ground and didn’t hit your head or fall out. I was able to quickly rescue you without any damage. It was only when I went and had a look at the picture on the front of the packaging that I realized that your arms had to go between the straps. Oops!
You are an inquisitive little boy now. You can sit up really well and sit on your mat, playing industriously with your toys. Everything gets a good examination. Inside out, upside down; it’s all very interesting to you. You have a little doggie activity centre that has lots of things on it. You like tipping it upside down best though, and playing with the wheels on the bottom. The same with the little driving console you have. You’d rather use the bottom of it as a drum than play with the steering wheel, gear shift or indicator stick. You tap anything and everything at the moment, listening to the sounds they make. You love that you can make noise. A sign of what's to come, I fear!
Your coordination skills have been perfected this month. You reach with one hand and grab with the other. You want to reach out and touch everything. Your arms seem to be rubber, with the ability to extend to twice their length if there is something nearby that you want to examine. Whew! I have to make sure everything is out of the way!
At the start of this month we went through an unsettled patch and I felt totally miserable with my lack of ability to coax you to sleep. You would scream as soon as I put you in your bed. You were only happy to sleep on top of me, or to be lulled to sleep in your pram while we walked around the block. Luckily, the weather was fine, so we walked quite a lot. Finally, you have started sleeping well again and are back to our happy little boy. You haven’t grown any new teeth this month, but your cheeks are quite rosy this morning and you are dribbling again, so I suspect there’s a couple more on the way.
You are eating so much! You eat nearly two weetbix for breakfast along with half an apple, pureed, and prune juice. You eat a big lunch – chicken and vegetables, couscous and vegetables, ricotta cheese and vegetables. Yummy! And then you seem to be a bottomless pit again by teatime. Your tea just disappears and I keep having to heat up more and more food for you. You are eating two new vegetables this month – peas and broccoli. Sweet potato is still your favourite though. We concentrated on foods that would fill you up the last few weeks: couscous, cereals, chicken, cheese, yoghurt.
You are starting to play with your food and it is getting to be a messy business. You smear it all over the tray on your highchair, dragging your fingers through it. You are also learning to drink from a sippy cup. You funny thing, you tried to blow into the spout the other day. All the water spurted up the sides of the spout and straight into your eye! You got such a shock. Grandma and I laughed so hard.
You love visiting Grandma and Grandad. We visit once or twice a week. You are captivated by the clocks that Tommy and William made and that hang on the living room wall. You and Grandma stand in front of them and she says “the clocks go “tick tock, tick tock””, and you are entranced. You also are learning to love “Wee willy winkee” and associate that with Grandma. And you love the pink elephant she knitted. Grandma never got around to giving him any eyes or a mouth, but you love him despite his lack of facial features. You sit on your mat in the dining room window, where the sun shines in, and play with the elephant and the leggo blocks that Grandma and Grandad have for you.
You make a lot of noises. Lots of chortling and shrieking. Lots of babbling to your toys and books. “Gek”, “ma ma ma”, “th” you go. A couple of weeks ago you were learning how to make loud noises. Grandad would roar at you, and you would tense your little body up so hard and roar back at him as loud as you could. These last few weeks you seem to be concentrating more on the different combinations of sounds you can make.
This month you have realized that objects don’t cease to exist just because you can’t see them. You know, for instance, that when your teddy, Dufus, disappears over the side of the arm chair, he’s down there just waiting to pop back up again with a big “Peek a boo”!
Bathtime games are such fun now. You can sit up in the bath and play with toys. You only have one, mind you. The hippo on a boogie board. When I put you in the bath, you look up at the shelf dish longingly. Because that’s where Hippo lives between bathtimes. You just look up at him. With a confidence that he’ll soon be with you in the bath. Ah, I love that confidence, Bunny. That the universe will deliver. Because, generally it does J. Last night we were playing with him, ducking him under the water and then watching him “pop” to the surface. Everytime he surfaced, I’d say “pop!” in a silly voice and you giggled and giggled. I surprise myself with the silly things I do, all in the name of a giggle.
Love you Rabbit!