Ian is 5 months old now...
Seems weird, like only yesterday he would just lay in your arms and
stare blankly at you, or anything else making noise, and now he won't stop
air-humping the floor when you put him on his tummy. I'm told this is a natural progression
before he figures out his limbs are required to crawl, but I still can't help
but laugh when he does it (possibly because "Humpin' Around" by Bobby
Brown always seems to pop into my head).
He did make a conscious effort to crawl to his daddy a week ago, and
took two full strides to reach me, but I call that a fluke and am still waiting
for him to become mobile. We've just
returned from my parents' house in Junction, where Ian was able to have a
meet-and-greet with a few aunts and uncles he had not yet met. It was no surprise to us that everyone seemed
to adore him, especially since he pretty much just smiled and laughed for the
entire long weekend. As usual, a trip to
his grandma's yielded many spoils, but the most enticing was a
"bumbo" seat from a recent yard-sale expedition. It's pretty cool that he can now pretty much
sit up on his own with it, and it also has a little tray from which he received
his first meal of rice cereal. Oh, and
does he devour rice cereal like a pro...
I find it particularly amazing watching him and seeing first hand just
what kinds of instincts we are born with.
He was able to eat the whole bowl we made him, with a spoon and
everything, like he had been doing it for years. He didn't even slop it out of his mouth very
much. I've seen babies that have been
fed with spoons for months that dribble more on the floor than Ian. He's just like his daddy, I guess, since I
don't waste much food either. Our little
boy is growing up fast, and in no time he'll be crawling towards the stairs and
jamming cutlery into electrical sockets, and not long after that, I'll make him
mow the lawn and get a job. Ah, the
future is bright...
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