Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Chew

Each day brings us new adventures in parenting Jonas. Although it sounds nauseating, we enjoy each new lesson and chapter more and more.

For the past month, Jonas has been fighting a double ear infection. This week, it appears that the many antibiotics we've been shoveling down his gullet might be taking effect. He's finally eating like a pig, and pooping like a bird. He's also conquering some chunkier foods. Remember the raisin debacle? Well, he downs them like a pro now. Strike that. I learned today that he actually warehouses them in the corners of his mouth, like a squirrel. Sometimes they will even accidentally fall out as surprising little partially masticated morsels. I swear that he looks like a toddler with Skoal; the raisins are even the same color as "chew."

Today, Jonas was in full business mode, modeling his special "tie t-shirt," a gift from his Aunt Desi.


Some of his new "hobbies / achievements" include:

  1. crawling into the wet shower to play with soap. He's not eating it yet, and this fun activity usually necessitates an outfit change because he gets quite wet;
  2. beating his wooden puzzle pieces on the wood floor, which makes a racket that scares the cat and worries the dog;
  3. waving his arms in the air;
  4. chewing, gumming, drooling on everything;
  5. ripping eyeglasses off of adults who get too near his quick little hands;
  6. sticking his fingers in your mouth to explore;
  7. banging things together (see number 2 above);
  8. uttering lots of verbal noises, including a few consonants;
  9. screaming bloody murder when I leave the room;
  10. Ed's favorite - climbing over people (usually their legs) like they're an obstacle course;
  11. pulling himself up on furniture using his teeth.
Other random facts: His favorite kitchen toy is a wire whisk. Puffs are his favorite snack food, then Cheerios and raisins. Yesterday morning, he had a Cheerio stuck to his butt for about an hour. Last night, he tasted his first caper and didn't seem to enjoy it. He laughs when his Poppa sings "I've Been Working on the Railroad" to him, and he won't wear socks for longer than 10 minutes. Oh, and his hair is now long enough to have bad hair days.

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