Wow, I've had a long hiatus from blogging. And I'm sure I'll write all about the perfect storm of events that led to this hiatus over the next few days, but today? Today is all about Weston, who has now been a part of our lives for 18 months--9 on the inside and 9 on the outside.
This month, he has mastered the fine art of...climbing. And I am so not excited about this. First, he climbed a little stool at a friend's house to reach something that was out of his reach. Then, he began climbing onto Luke's bed, using the trampoline as a step. Then, he began to climb stairs. And the other day, he climbed up onto the first rung of a ladder at the playground. So. Not. Excited.
He has also been experimenting with the look-no-hands phenomenon of standing without holding onto anything. His balance is getting pretty good and he can stand for a good 10-15 seconds on his own. And when he's done, instead of toppling clumsily over, he very expertly squats back down to the ground and takes of crawling toward his next big adventure. For a baby who is so mobile and who so enjoys standing, he doesn't much care for cruising--you know, the holding onto furniture and walking around it? He far prefers crawling as his mode of Getting From One Place To Another. Standing, like climbing, is done solely for the purpose of allowing him to reach things that he otherwise could not. He did, however, take a single, unassisted step about a week ago. I am quite pleased that he doesn't seem inclined to experiment further with that form of locomotion because quite honestly, we do not need an early walker around here. He moves fast enough and gets into enough while using all of his limbs to propel himself forward--we are certainly not ready for him to have his hands free and available to open cabinets and unplug appliances WHILE he is moving forward.
He and Luke have been playing together lately and I love watching the two of them. The first time they ever really played together, they stood together and rolled trucks down the sloped roof of a playhouse. Now, Weston frequently follows his brother around and copies him. Luke, for his part, takes great pleasure in making Weston laugh and they come up with all manner of weird "games," such as "bang on the table," "crawl in circles," and "roar at each other and laugh hysterically." Of course, we also frequently hear from Luke the phrase, "Move the baby, move the baby, MOVE THE BABY," when Weston takes too much of an interest in one of Luke's "projects."
Weston continues to enjoy eating everything in sight. We spent the past week visiting my mom and because he didn't have a high chair there, he crawled around on the floor during mealtimes, alternately eating whatever I handed him and begging Luke for more interesting morsels. Luke, in turn, enjoyed peeling lima beans and smushing berries to feed to Weston.
Weston's favorite phrase is still, "Mamamamamama," but he is also beginning to say, "Dadadada" with some regularity. I'm waiting (im)patiently to see what nickname he comes up with for Luke. He also growls and whispers and groans and does this weird, staccato pretend-laugh, this "eh-eh-eh-eh," noise. He does it mostly when we (McMoose and Luke and I) are going out of our way to amuse him, but fail miserably, and so instead of just rolling his eyes at us, he politely says, "Eh-eh-eh-eh," as if to make us feel better about our failed attempts. Of course, then, we crack up and repeat that noise back to him and he grins and says it back to us and it ends up in this vicious feedback loop of goofiness. He very much recognizes his name and whenever we call it, he turns to look at us with a huge smile.
I can hardly believe how quickly the past nine months have gone, how quickly Weston has grown from a (not so) tiny newborn to this laughing, climbing, playing baby filled with personality.
This month, he has mastered the fine art of...climbing. And I am so not excited about this. First, he climbed a little stool at a friend's house to reach something that was out of his reach. Then, he began climbing onto Luke's bed, using the trampoline as a step. Then, he began to climb stairs. And the other day, he climbed up onto the first rung of a ladder at the playground. So. Not. Excited.
He has also been experimenting with the look-no-hands phenomenon of standing without holding onto anything. His balance is getting pretty good and he can stand for a good 10-15 seconds on his own. And when he's done, instead of toppling clumsily over, he very expertly squats back down to the ground and takes of crawling toward his next big adventure. For a baby who is so mobile and who so enjoys standing, he doesn't much care for cruising--you know, the holding onto furniture and walking around it? He far prefers crawling as his mode of Getting From One Place To Another. Standing, like climbing, is done solely for the purpose of allowing him to reach things that he otherwise could not. He did, however, take a single, unassisted step about a week ago. I am quite pleased that he doesn't seem inclined to experiment further with that form of locomotion because quite honestly, we do not need an early walker around here. He moves fast enough and gets into enough while using all of his limbs to propel himself forward--we are certainly not ready for him to have his hands free and available to open cabinets and unplug appliances WHILE he is moving forward.
He and Luke have been playing together lately and I love watching the two of them. The first time they ever really played together, they stood together and rolled trucks down the sloped roof of a playhouse. Now, Weston frequently follows his brother around and copies him. Luke, for his part, takes great pleasure in making Weston laugh and they come up with all manner of weird "games," such as "bang on the table," "crawl in circles," and "roar at each other and laugh hysterically." Of course, we also frequently hear from Luke the phrase, "Move the baby, move the baby, MOVE THE BABY," when Weston takes too much of an interest in one of Luke's "projects."
Weston continues to enjoy eating everything in sight. We spent the past week visiting my mom and because he didn't have a high chair there, he crawled around on the floor during mealtimes, alternately eating whatever I handed him and begging Luke for more interesting morsels. Luke, in turn, enjoyed peeling lima beans and smushing berries to feed to Weston.
Weston's favorite phrase is still, "Mamamamamama," but he is also beginning to say, "Dadadada" with some regularity. I'm waiting (im)patiently to see what nickname he comes up with for Luke. He also growls and whispers and groans and does this weird, staccato pretend-laugh, this "eh-eh-eh-eh," noise. He does it mostly when we (McMoose and Luke and I) are going out of our way to amuse him, but fail miserably, and so instead of just rolling his eyes at us, he politely says, "Eh-eh-eh-eh," as if to make us feel better about our failed attempts. Of course, then, we crack up and repeat that noise back to him and he grins and says it back to us and it ends up in this vicious feedback loop of goofiness. He very much recognizes his name and whenever we call it, he turns to look at us with a huge smile.
I can hardly believe how quickly the past nine months have gone, how quickly Weston has grown from a (not so) tiny newborn to this laughing, climbing, playing baby filled with personality.
2 comments:
Happy Nine Month B'day. It is always enjoyable reading your thoughts/experiences/tidbits/ morsels. I have missed your blog this month. Glad to see you are back.
Yes, dear, write more!
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