There were three glorious days in a row where Remy used the phrase “ma ma ma” with arms out to me and once with a milk baby sign. Since then, no ma ma’s, but we’re getting good use of the hand to mouth “eat” sign and hand pump “milk” sign. In fact, a little while ago Remy was so hungry he was doing the milk sign with one hand and eat sign with the other. Ambidextrous little fellow.
The other developmental news is Mr. Walker Guy has become Mr. Walk And Explore Further From Mom and Dad guy. When in the back wooded area, the air conditioning unit seems to have a lot of appeal. It must the the satisfaying sound it makes, which to untrained ears (mine), doesn’t sound all that different from a vaccuum or sink disposal, which are two VERY FRIGHTENING things. But what do I know?
Remy also likes to wander into the street, which is awesome, although that’s happening less because the front yard has become a minefield of prickly pinecone pieces left by our hungry and satisfied squirrel population. Walking on the gravel drive is A-OK on baby feet, but not on prickly pinecone pieces. I guess there is a limit to the toughness of Remy’s feet after all.
Remy’s also been exploring the surfaces of hard objects with his face and head. Such is the risk of learning to walk with increasing speed and dexterity. Yesterday was the side of the tub with his cheek. This morning was his chin again a dresser drawer from which he was removing clothing and flinging through the air. Not the first time for this sort of thing nor the last, but the injury didn’t help him deal with the major teething he’s encountering right now.
Speaking of teething, the one place I haven’t been allowed to explore is the inside of Remy’s mouth. However, if he opens his mouth just right, you can see four pearly whites on the verge of busting through the gumline. Since I breastfeed and did manage to get a finger in his mouth for a brief second to verify, I can confirm that at least one is starting to make an appearance. It should help with the “eating solids” project for him to have more teeth, because smooshy food on a spoon is no longer on the happy list. In the meantime, we’re dealing with some pain and fussiness.
Oh the life of an almost 11 month old.