Theron attended a birthday
party for four other boys. He really, really
liked the ball pit. (click for video)
Theron is now eleven months
old. That means, among other things, that we have
successfully kept the baby alive for almost a full year
(an achievement which, in my mind at least, borders on
the miraculous). He'll be celebrating his first birthday
on Memorial Day weekend (a little early), and so far
everyone we invited seems to be coming.
He has essentially given up
crawling, and walks pretty much everywhere he wants to
go. As a result of his increased confidence, he actually
falls down more than he did when he was first starting
to walk. Another result of his walking is that he can
pull things off the tops of tables, counters, and other
places which were formerly safe from his depredations.
He has returned to letting us
feed him, though. He's working on feeding himself, and
sometimes even gets the right end of the spoon in his
mouth, but at least he lets us put food in him. He gets
fed, we don't get covered in glop, and he gets to
practice using a spoon. Everybody wins.
Theron now has baby jokes. The sense of humor isn't
new - he thought Peek-A-Boo was pretty funny several
months ago - but he's developing new ways of interacting
with us. In the process, he's developing new jokes.
One of the funniest ones, to
me, is that he figured out how to blow a raspberry. So
we now have conversations that sound like this:
Me: "...And that's how my
Beautiful Woman: "Yeah, mine was pretty busy, too."
Beautiful Woman: "Phbphpbphbphbt!"
Theron: (giggles, then) "Phbphpbphbphbt!"
Beautiful Woman: "Phbphpbphbphbt!"
...Etc. Actually, I guess it's
not that different from most of our conversations. Fewer
Theron will also play chasing
games, which basically involve having his father (me)
crawl around after him. This is about the only time he
still crawls; I think it's because he doesn't trust his
balance when he's trying to run away. So basically, I
start after him. He takes a few steps and falls over. I
make giggling noises and keep following him. He crawls
away, also giggling. This continues until the baby is
laughing too hard to crawl.
And now I am smart
Intellectual development is a bit hard to measure,
mainly because the baby is still too young to explain
why he did something. However, he's definitely working
on his skills. He can pick up Cheerios and put them in a
cup. He can take them back out of the cup. He can turn
the cup upside down and pour cheerios all over the cat.
He can climb over a wall of
pillows and escape from the living room. He can pry up
the drain cover from the floor of the shower. He can
also stuff a rubber toy down the (now open) drain.
Best of all, he can now...
Well, let me back up a bit. Earlier this week, my
mother-in-law (the Podling's grandmother, who has been
absolutely invaluable in helping us with the baby)
reported that Theron had started saying, "Uh-oh." I'm
not sure that this actually qualifies as a word, since
he doesn't seem to use it in any specific context.
(Until it has a meaning, it isn't a word; it's just a
series of sounds.) And it certainly isn't his first
word; that was 'kitty-cat' ('gee-gah' - as reported in a
previous chapter), which he really did use to indicate
one of the cats. Nevertheless, as soon as he figures out
what 'uh-oh' actually means, I'm sure he'll be getting a
lot of mileage out of it.
Apparently, on the same day
that he started saying 'uh-oh,' Theron also went into
another room, took off his pants, carried them back into
the kitchen, and threw them down at his grandmother's
feet. Coincidence? Maybe, but I find it very suspicious
that he learned to say 'uh-oh' on the same day that he
learned to remove his pants. I suspect that these two
skills will be used in association with each other for
most of the rest of his life.
Baby's first polearm
Yesterday, I was cleaning up the kitchen at my
parents' house. This was because a certain baby - who
will remain nameless - had made quite a mess while
eating. I was using a broom and a whisk pan, and while I
was dumping the crumbs into the trash can, Theron stole
the broom. He then proceeded to march around the kitchen
and into the living room while carrying it. Naturally,
this involved a certain amount of whacking things with
the broom - most of it accidental, but some (I suspect)
He missed the back of his
grandfather's head by less than six inches. Grandfather
remains blissfully ignorant of this.
Being a responsible parent
with a clear understanding of my priorities, I
immediately went for the camera. This was mainly because
I don't really expect anyone to believe me unless I
provide visual documentation. Here it is:
(Click the picture for video.)
click here for a larger version of this picture.)
He really, really didn't want
to let go of the broom, either. So, obviously, it's time
to start his Kung Fu training.