Everything Hits At Once
There have been so many developments in the last month. Daycare started last week. (It's going great.) Crawling is, like, hours away from happening. (Asher just needs to turn that on-all-fours backwards scoot into forward motion.) His face is becoming more expressive every day. (Smiles galore.) He's constantly testing his voice. (A whole bunch of gleeful shrieking, especially for one unlucky daycare employee. The poor soul.)
But the one that has me and Meg tickled at the moment is this sudden realization that the stuff Ma and Pa are cramming in their maws is FOOD.
Because of the constant attention he now pays to any food related activity, you could easily be fooled into thinking that you'd missed something in the last couple of weeks. That is, "He had to have been staring at me like that before. You don't just suddenly become fixated on a single activity overnight."
Oh, but apparently when you're a baby, you do. Meg's carrying Asher around in the Everywear Carrier a lot more recently, and every time she's managing him and a drink, his attention is focused on the mouth of that drink. Gimme. It looks good. Today, as I enjoyed a tasty lunch salad, every bit of Asher's focus was trained on the movement of my fork. I played at feeding him a bite or two, airplane style, just for practice. If I'd gotten any close I have no doubt he'd have bit.
First purchase: the first sippy cup and a few baby spoons. Soon: the high chair. Things may be messy around here now, but I'm betting they're about to get a whole lot messier.