I guess I can't call him a baby anymore
Podling crawling, preserved
At ten months of age (two days
ago, at the time of this writing), Theron is now firmly
toddling. He still crawls when he wants to get somewhere
quickly, but he is showing a definite preference for
walking upright. So, in the interest of full
documentation, I got some footage of Theron crawling.
He's soon going to give that up entirely.
The ability to walk has given
Theron access to a whole new world. He can pull things
off the tops of tables, for example. He can make a
valiant effort to reach his father's keyboard. And, of
course, he can fall down in new and creative ways.
So, Theron is officially not a
Now he's a toddler.
Get that thing out of my
Theron has also reached an intriguing new stage in
terms of feeding: he won't let us. Formerly, we would
mix up some rice cereal (or oatmeal, or whatever), maybe
add some blended vegetables, stir it all together, and
scoop it up with the baby spoon. Then we'd proceed to
smear it all over his face, stick bits of it up his
nose, drop spoonfuls in his lap, and spill mush on his
chair (and sometimes the floor). This activity would
continue until we thought we'd gotten some reasonable
amount of food into his mouth.
Recently, Theron has started
grabbing the spoon. This has increased the amount of
food that winds up on his hands, face, hair, clothing,
and surroundings. More to the point, it has radically
decreased the amount of food that winds up in his mouth.
I wouldn't mind so much if he would grab the spoon and
then use it to feed himself: it might be messy, but at
least the job would get done. Unfortunately, he wants to
grab the end that has the food on it, with the result
that his fist immediately becomes a pudgy little
explosion of slime.
Then, of course, he doesn't
want to give the spoon back. This would be fine if I
could pick up a second spoon and continue to feed him,
but it turns out that he has a very skillful parry (at
least in spoon vs. spoon combat). His riposte isn't bad,
either. A well-placed motion can keep my spoon out of
his mouth while using his own spoon to cover the back of
my hand with blended carrots at the same time.
So... the Podling's new diet
now consists of milk and Cheerios. If you give him a
supply of Cheerios, he will pick them up and eat them -
apparently he doesn't mind eating, as long as he gets to
do it himself. The milk, of course, comes from his
Did he just learn to
I managed to be sick through most of March, and
parts of February and April as well. This has been no
fun at all; every time I thought I was recovering, I'd
come down with something else. Even worse is the fact
that the Podling and the Beautiful Woman were sick, too.
If one of us is sick, that's a problem - things don't
get done, the healthy person gets to do all the baby
wrangling, and the sick one is forbidden to breathe on
everyone else. If both of us are sick, then there's
nobody left to take care of the sick ones. And when the
baby is sick, none of us gets any sleep either. That
closes the circle: without sleep, none of us get better.
In order to watch the baby
while we were sick - this would have been a bit over a
week ago - I put him in the corral and settled in there
with him. So I was basically lying on a rubber pad on
the floor, under a sleeping bag, with my head on a couch
cushion. Theron was playing with his toys, and at some
point the Beautiful Woman came in and joined us.
Theron toddled over to me and
sat down, then bent forward and put his lips on my
cheek. He sat back up, and the Beautiful Woman asked,
"Did he just...?" I said, "Yeah, I think he did."
Evidently wanting the matter
to be settled, Theron bent back down and smooched my
cheek again. So, I got the baby's first smooches. You
know what that means, right?
It means that I win.
Somewhere around 3:00 a.m., my wife sat bolt upright
and said, "No!" (Or something like that.)
Apparently she had dropped the baby, at least in her
dream. I reassured her that the baby was fine, nobody
had dropped anybody, and everybody could safely go back
I did not tell her about my dream from earlier in the
evening, which featured a baby-impersonating
demon-ghost. It was probably better for her not to know
about that one.
So, I've come up with a new
slogan for us: "Night Terrors: They're not just for
Toddlers in the Flowers
(Like Gorillas in the Mist, but different)
My wife had the opportunity to take Theron out to a
bluebonnet patch last week. This was not so much for the
purpose of educating the Podling or broadening his
horizons. It was basically just an opportunity for the
parents to take pictures while the kids ate the flowers.
I'm not sure why we need a plan to take pictures
- it's not as if the baby would be unphotographed if we
didn't - but the results were hard to argue with: