He’s made leaps and bounds this week while I have been backsliding on the blogging. Not an ideal combination.
But not surprising since developmental leaps are usually accompanied by a breaking-up of baby’s sleep patterns, right?
That’s what we drone to each other as he wakes up and cries throughout the night lo these last several days: it’s the teething, he’s learning how to sit up and stand, his brain is developing so fast he can’t sleep. And thus we can’t sleep.
Teeth are coming. He’s got these little chiclets puffing out in his upper gums. Threatening to break through at any moment. And the drool? Copious. Great for making up gurgling songs.
Words: He seems to know and be able to somewhat replicate the word “lion.” One among us (my dad) claims the boy knows the word “red.” I’m pretty sure he was trying to imitate me this morning, saying the word while eating a “plum.” We all have noticed that his babbling is gettning increasingly nuanced. Like he is trying to imitate the rhythm and melody of sentences in conversation.
He’s pulling himself up and over things, people, like crazy. Standing whenever he can. At the moment, he’s in his new rainforest jumperoo (a brilliant purchase made by my parents in advance of our arrival this weekend) clutching the blue elephant by the ears and giving him a good dressing-down for who knows what.
Take that, you spring-loaded plastic beast.
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And before our hero can think of a concluding thought, she’s whisked into the hubbub and hullabaloo of another day in L.A.