This month has been all about physical skills and expressions. You are getting the hang of using your hands and fingers, and the assisted squats in the bouncer are starting to pay off.
You can sit up on your own and play independently for long stretches. That's a huge relief for those of us trying to find precious minutes of freedom for meal prep, screen time, using the bathroom, showers, etc.
You grab everything in sight. When I'm holding you and trying to feed myself -- always a bad combination -- I have to keep my own food as far away from you as possible to the point that I can barely reach it. Plates, cups, utensils, napkins... you name it, you grab it. We're way too smart to try and use a tablecloth. You've long enjoyed grabbing a chunk of your sister's hair and she's started to keep her distance. Greta learned recently to keep her fur out of your range, too. The other day, you were sitting up and as she walked by you grabbed a chunk of fur, causing her to to scamper, and you didn't let go. She dragged you over as a result, a little like a waterskier hanging onto the rope a little too long after a fall and skidding along the water at speed. You cried. You got over it. Such is life.
Your pincher grasp and eye-hand coordination are excellent and working well together so you can feed yourself. Like with Eliza, we are practicing "baby-led weaning," which is a fancy way of saying we give you soft foods instead of baby foods. It's fun to watch you shove food in your mouth, sometimes missing the target, and learn how to chew. You have no problem grabbing foods like tofu, smashed peas, blueberries and pasta. You have developed a bit of a temper if you're out of food in front of you. You immediately shout and complain until there's something back within your pincher grasp. You have quite the high standard for food service.
You have gained some silly, spastic behaviors. You shake your head side-to-side rapidly and giggle with the dizziness. You like to slam your hands in front of you in the high chair. You can roll-over in succession across the room like a movie star dodging a spray of enemy fire. Sometimes when you're on your back, you thrust your hips up and hump the air rapidly. Don't be that kind of movie star.
You think Eliza is the funniest person in the world. Your Mom used to be your favorite, but when your sister is nearby you discard her as little more than a convenient milk source and household Uber. You gaze at Eliza with a grin and whenever she laughs, you laugh back and the two of you giggle at each other for minutes at a time, gasping for breath between cackles.
These are the times that your Mom and I will always remember: seeing you two interact and make each other laugh. I hope you always find your sister that funny. When you're older and don't find your Mom entertaining or care for my dad jokes, you still have to call us.
Love always, Dad