Showing posts with label teething. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teething. Show all posts

Thursday, January 31, 2008

And He's Off!

For the past several days, Bruce has been working on his balance — practicing steadying himself, seeing how long he can remain upright on his own without falling or grabbing on to something. Want to see him toddling for a few steps?



It makes a mommy proud!

But that's not all. My master multi-tasker is also focused on climbing stairs, saying new words like "boppy" and cutting his second tooth! He has discovered the joys of pulling all the pots and pans out of the cupboard. (He loves banging pot lids together, making great, crashing cymbal sounds!)

Do you think he's trying to get all this stuff in before he turns one?

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

First Tooth Revealed!


Way back on January 11, I posted about Bruce's first tiny, white tooth. It has taken me this long to snap a photo for all to see. He's working on a second tooth now, but here is that long-awaited, anxiously anticipated milestone tooth. Was it worth the wait?

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Dreamin' Up a Doozie...Ha-Ha!

Thanks to Miriam for her fun title! I owe you one.

Ah, the innocence of babes. My darling (if somewhat still yellow-skinned) boy Bruce has been working on cutting his first tooth, which means low-grade fevers, an alternately runny/crusty nose, mouth tenderness, high-pitched whining, and buckets upon buckets of baby drool. But he's also concentrating hard on learning to walk, testing out his latest high chair discoveries (how many more times can I throw [baby spoon, toy, block, etc.] over the side before mommy stops picking it up?), honing his rad comm skills and formulating opinions about the big issues in his world. (To eat or not to eat what's offered on the spoon, THAT is the question!) He's a busy boy.

The other night, as my husband and I were catching up on TiVo'd episodes of Heroes, a blissfully sleeping Bruce talked in his sleep for the first time. He has laughed and moaned in his sleep before, but never uttered dreamy baby-jabber. He said, "Da da ba waaaaah." Oh, it makes a mommy proud. (What was he saying, I wonder?)

He has started responding back to our questions and statements to him with purposeful jabber, if not clear words. Sometimes I swear it sounds like he's saying, "no" or "woah" or other easy words. But he's pretty much got the elocution down pat. What he lacks in diction he makes up for in finger-pointing. So it's a rather exciting time for us parents as Bruce communicates his wishes, wants and needs through early sounds and gestures (not the old reliable method, crying).

Speaking of finger-pointing as a language skill...

Walking through the mall on a window-shopping trip recently,Todd and I giggled to ourselves as we watched Bruce gazing at all the holiday bling and sparkle. He rode wide-eyed through the mall in his stroller with both index fingers in permanent point, as if to say, "Whatever the next marvel is, I'm ready for it." Maybe he was pretending to be a gunslinger in the Old West? Nah, he's too young to be playing Billy the Kid. But it sure does get him whatever he wants.