Ethan happened to have a bib on during a diaper change, so to keep him entertained, I flipped it up over his face and asked, “Where’s Ethan? Where is he? Where is he? Where is he? …” Then I pulled the bib down and answered, “There he is!” He giggled with excitement, as he has countless times when we’ve played the game. But this time, he took hold of the bib and hid his face from me all by himself. I filled in the vocal part; he did the peek-a-booing, half a dozen times or so. He was giggling away, while I was trying not to look to stunned from witnessing another wondrous surprise.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Starting from the family room, he crawled to the music room and then proceeded to the front foyer. Next, he passed through the dining room. As we saw him coming around the kitchen corner, we realized his plan. He headed for the dinette, and ended up back where he started in the family room—a full circuit.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Ethan has been holding his bottle while in our arms for a couple weeks now. When he was in his high chair, Beth gave him some juice in his BPA-free plastic bottle. He took it by the handles and drank it all. Beth just provided the refills.
The good news is that even though he knows he can drink on his own, he doesn’t mind still being held—because we’re not ready to give that up.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Until now, Ethan has not shown much interest in his bedtime books, other than as something to eat. This evening, while Beth rehearsed with her violin duo, I read Ethan a book with tactile pictures of farm animals. He was patient and still, and carefully felt each animal. He didn’t seem disappointed that the book had no bunnies or kitties; he already knows what they feel like.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Grandma has been asking our boy, “How big is Ethan?” for months now, giving him the answer, “So big!”, and teaching him how to raise his hands to show us. Mommy has likewise been encouraging Ethan lately. Today, Ethan caught on and now gives us a visual answer himself.
This morning, Beth put Ethan down on his feet. Normally, he sits down as soon as you let go, but this time he stayed standing, balancing himself, for about two seconds.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Since long before Ethan would grasp objects for any length of time, we occasionally attached a rattle to his wrist to keep him entertained. For a while now, there hasn’t been much call for that, but today, for old time’s sake, Mommy tried.
We found that Ethan is no longer as accommodating to the idea as he once was. First, he tried to shake the rattle off, which only served as comic frustration. Next, he switched to using his newly acquired teeth, which were the key to bunny rattle freedom.
During dinner, we were playing around, and he bit my nose. Something felt unusual. I checked, and sure enough, he has a top tooth poking through to oppose the bottom ones. They sure worked well for the budding escape artist!
Such a good boy: he cleaned up without even being asked, crawling over to his toy box with his bunny rattle and tossing it in. Seconds after the job was done, it was back to play time with the rattle, making the victory short lived.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
I was holding Ethan in church as usual, and, as usual, he managed to drop his stuffed animal on the floor. After I picked it up a couple times, I realized that Ethan might be ready to assist with the recovery process. The next time the kangaroo (yes, it wasn’t a bunny!) hit the floor, I held Ethan mostly upside down so that he could reach the toy. He grasped it, then I retracted my personal arm extender, and we were back in business with Kangaroo and Joey.
We’ve always used glass bottles with Ethan, since the chemical Bisphenol A leaches out of most plastic bottles. Glass bottles are heavier and have no handles, making them more difficult to hold. But he’s got the hang of it now and can drink the bottle down all by himself.