Photography, art, things that occur to me.
My Dad came over last weekend and Conrad was really glad to see him, in the way that I’ve only seen him respond to us, Bonnie and his other grandparents. It’s really nice to see, not only because my Dad appreciates it, but because it’s another sign that he’s becoming more aware and more sociable. Not that I think we have a lot to worry about in those areas.
A few days ago I came home from work and glanced up at the back door, expecting to see Hastings waiting for me. Instead I saw that Conrad had usurped his spot. Now that he can get around and pull himself up, he was able to come to the door to greet me. It was one of the great moments so far in fatherhood.
Of course when we recreated the moment for the camera, the boy hammed it up.
Several more fun photos from this series on the Flickr page.
Not that you can see them in this photo, but we just discovered that his two top front teeth are coming in. Bonnie noticed them when he was hanging upside down playing his new favorite game, “I bet I can make you drop me.”
He’s had patches of grumpiness over the last two weeks that the teething might account for, but some of it coincided with his first cold, which he got, predictably, after day three of baby school “which is what we’re calling day care, a term borrowed from a colleague of Jean’s”.
As you can see from that last gem of a paragraph that’s also a sentence, one of my strategies for posting more often is to eschew editing.
I know, it’s unforgivable that I’ve gone so long without posting. So much has happened. He’s crawling like a champ, pulling up and starting to cruise. I think. That’s one of those baby terms of which I only have a vague grasp. He’s pulling up, standing with only one hand to steady himself, and looking really hard like he wants to try to walk to other objects. If that’s cruising, that’s what he’s doing.
“Note also our new easy-to-clean carpet squares to replace the bad, bad, white shag rug that Conrad enjoyed harvesting and spitting up upon.”
In addition to giving him his own spoon, we’ve started him on a sippy cup, which you would think would be a piece of cake after weeks of practicing with a regular, open, big-person cup. It nonetheless held a few challenges, such as determining which end the water came out of. I think we’ll hold off on the fork for a while.
We bought him his own spoon a month or two back. Just in the last couple of weeks he’s been really interested in holding it while we feed him, and even more recently, he seems to want to get in on the act. He’s tried scooping out of the bowl with his spoon, with predictably limited degrees of success. This weekend I started handing him the spoon with a little bit of food on it. This explains why he has dried mango crusted in his nostrils and eyelashes.
