Emory started crawling yesterday. He crawls while on the rug but the wooden floor is still designated for commando baby. But that’s OK because commando baby makes me laugh. I’m not ready to say goodbye to commando baby yet. I had to say goodbye to fake coughing baby, drunk babbling old man baby, and shrieking at the sight of kitties baby. I want to keep commando baby around for a while longer.
His first ever tooth made its appearance on Monday. I didn’t think that would happen for quite some time since I didn’t get my first tooth until I was 13 months old. But a tooth appeared on Monday. I discovered it the hard way. We were crawling around on the floor and he grabbed a fuzz and put it directly in his mouth. I reached for it, thinking my finger would be greeted by a soft, pink gum and got cut! It’s one sharp little tooth.
About three weeks ago, we really started to feed Emory from our plates. I read somewhere that as soon as you baby shows interest in what you’re eating, it’s OK to let the baby explore. I was a little surprised to find out just how quickly and open that area of exploration becomes, however. Everything is fair game (as long as it’s small enough for them to consume) except for fish, nuts, artificial sweeteners, and raw honey. (I’ve received mixed reviews regarding eggs.)
We’ve had fun ever since, giving him bits of whatever we’re eating at every meal. And he seems to enjoy everything. I discovered just yesterday that he even has a taste for Dr. McDougall’s Pad Thai Noodle Soup. I think feeding Emory new food excites me so much because I wish I could erase ever having had chocolate so I could enjoy it for the first time all over again.
Can you imagine?
And cupcakes?
(Actually, I do treat each and every cupcake as if it were the first cupcake I’ve ever seen or sunk my teeth into, which is why I want so many of them all of the time. Ah, cupcakes. What I wouldn’t give to have the metabolism I had as a teenager.)
I’m excited to have him try avocado and fruit the moment it comes in season, and ice cream? Oh my goodness! Fresh tomatoes? I may be projecting a bit. But isn’t this why we have kids? So we can experience the joy of youth all over again?
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