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bronwynrhI've uploaded more pictures to Samuel's photo gallery.
Four days shy of 10 months old and he still has no teeth. They're coming, though. He blows kisses and waves bye-bye when he's in the mood, and he's more frequently standing hands-free, saying "uh oh" and singing with me. Samuel loves music and although he doesn't clap, he drums up a storm and has a grand old time deafening us in the process. His favorite activity by far though, after chewing on everything, is dancing.
When he hears music he likes - from one of his favorite toys, the radio or tv, or even my singing - he breaks out his best grin and rocks out.
We're still nursing, but he eats solids very well too. Now, in addition to creating semi-homemade chicken, noodle and veggie meals for him, I've started giving him purees of meals we've made for ourselves. First up was beef and vegetable soup, and he loved it - spices and all! He likes macaroni and cheese and ham, too. It seems that comfort foods are the wisest place to begin his culinary adventures.
I feel foolish sometimes at the wonder I have for him, but it's like discovering life all over again through his eyes. It's so simple and beautiful and ... well, it's more fun than I ever expected it to be.
I'm exhausted though, and it shows in everything I write. My disappointment in my declining ability to express myself means I often prefer not to write anything at all.
And with that, I will yawn once more and get back to work.
Four days shy of 10 months old and he still has no teeth. They're coming, though. He blows kisses and waves bye-bye when he's in the mood, and he's more frequently standing hands-free, saying "uh oh" and singing with me. Samuel loves music and although he doesn't clap, he drums up a storm and has a grand old time deafening us in the process. His favorite activity by far though, after chewing on everything, is dancing.
When he hears music he likes - from one of his favorite toys, the radio or tv, or even my singing - he breaks out his best grin and rocks out.
We're still nursing, but he eats solids very well too. Now, in addition to creating semi-homemade chicken, noodle and veggie meals for him, I've started giving him purees of meals we've made for ourselves. First up was beef and vegetable soup, and he loved it - spices and all! He likes macaroni and cheese and ham, too. It seems that comfort foods are the wisest place to begin his culinary adventures.
I feel foolish sometimes at the wonder I have for him, but it's like discovering life all over again through his eyes. It's so simple and beautiful and ... well, it's more fun than I ever expected it to be.
I'm exhausted though, and it shows in everything I write. My disappointment in my declining ability to express myself means I often prefer not to write anything at all.
And with that, I will yawn once more and get back to work.
