Holy crap Batman, it’s June! I mean I shouldn’t be surprised, because it definitely feels like June. But seriously, time is a flying. And as is par for the course, my weekend is flying by. I wonder if I shouldn’t consider resurrecting my “Proles for a 4-day workweek campaign”.
With June comes the hot, Father’s Day, and a slew of birthdays, including Andrew’s. It’s strange to think I’ll have 2 fathers to recognize on June 17th this year. I’ve already got a card for my Dad, which is actually the one I bought for him last year, put in a drawer to keep it safe, and promptly forgot (I found it during the move). Yeah, I rock sometimes.
We took Q for his first swim last weekend. I imagine it would’ve been a bit more enjoyable had the water not been so cold. We both sort of forgot about all the rainwater that fell into the pool that morning. Our second swimming excursion was met with much more smiling and giggling on his part.
He’s also started blowing raspberries recently. He is definitely a killer with the cute! Of course, as is to be expected, it didn’t take long for him to test out his new skillz by blowing raspberries during dinner, resulting in a Jackson Pollack-esque spray of peas on the highchair tray. So he now has quite a sound library to cycle through when talking to us. Lots of squeaks, squeals, and squawks, accompanied by laughter, blowing raspberries, and a few consonant/vowel combinations (like ba and a goo). Now that he is doing something besides squeaking and shrieking, I get an idea of what his little boy voice will sound like.
Operation feed the boy solids is going swimmingly. Bananas proved to definitely be the magical food, at least partially, as he now opens his mouth like a champ anytime the spoon is nearby. It’s probably part flavor, and part just getting accustomed to getting fed from a spoon instead of a nipple. Which reminds me of the strange, strange dream I had the week we started him on solids, where I could dispense baby food like it was breast milk which helped us bypass the issue of getting the spoon in his mouth. Of course, being able to create carrots or bananas or some such with one’s breasts (or other body parts) would make for odd and messy sexcapades. Unless one was into that sort of thing.
holden was pretty pissed the first week or so after he came out of his drug-induced stupor. after, he’s taken a liking to tj, waiting for him to come out and play, and even playing with him. they wrestle on the kitchen floor alot.
Comment by savelndo — June 12, 2007 @ 11:11 am