I was told yesterday that "Weymouth Baby" is getting, and I quote, "dusty" due to failure to post new material.
But a lot's been going on in Theo's life lately. Crawling, teeth, to name a few. My mother kept a meticulously detailed baby book for both my brother and me growing up (i.e., first library card, first ride on the school bus, etc.). I am struggling with meeting that standard of documentation, but hope that Theo will see this blog as his "baby book."
So here is some of the latest:
Theo first crawled on September 25 in the office of Priscilla Mahoney. He was on the floor while Priscilla and I were talking and we both agreed, it was a definite crawl. And since then he has taken 40 Huntington by storm, leaving no stone unturned.
As for food (for the few people reading this who actually care), Theo is still eating pureed fruits and veg as well as oatmeal and as of this morning, a little quinoa. I am terrified to give him these puffs everyone is talking about for fear of him choking and at the advice of my friend Kristin, I quartered them up and gave him one the size of a pinhead. He was fine. We'll work up to a half in about a month or so. I do let him feed himself some times, as suggested by Dr. Sears. See below.
He has two teeth, though sadly I don't know the exact date they broke the gum. But as of today, there are officially two teeth in his mouth, bottom center.
He is still enjoying music class, the one we take together (aptly called Music Together). He is one of the few crawlers in the class though and frequently harasses the younger babies who just lay there watching their mommies shake their little noisemakers and tap their babies' tummies to the beat of the song. Theo just wants to crawl around and eat the noisemakers. Fair enough.
Theo also had his first trip to the playground as documented below during another Boag visit. Theo is eager to see Grandma and Grandpa B again soon.
He has his first flu shot in two weeks.
That's the latest.
Music Together! Good lord, Meelie and I took that class this summer and I was mortified by the expected level of parental involvement. At one point I was (loudly) humming along, but I guess because my lips were not moving and I wasn't smiling (smiling and humming at the same time is hard!) I got singled out of the group and scolded by the teacher who ended her tirade quite pointedly by glaring me and saying "YOURS is the MOST important voice for your baby to hear." I stopped refused to go after that and made Andy take her.
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