Some Saturday

Elijah,

For weeks, you've been eating your hands - stuffing as much of both fists in your mouth that will fit (gagging yourself at times - silly boy).

But now it seems you've chosen - no, you're not a thumb sucker but you have picked the index and middle fingers of your left hand (daddy is hoping this means you'll be a left-handed athlete) to be your fingers of choice.














This is a prime example of why swings and seats have buckles and restraints. You refuse to sit still and find it funny to try and manuever yourself out of your swing. I just watch and laugh (parental supervision at all times, of course) but once you've worked your way down, you get frustrated because you're scrunched in a ball and can't move.










You're infatuated with hanging toys and things that you can grab hold of so we've purchased a set of 'rings' that we can use to clip toys onto anything and everything. You enjoy grasping at toys and are starting to understand the hand-eye coordination it takes to get hold of something you see. Just keep grabbing with your left hand and daddy will be happy. (He says left-handed athletes are more sought after and make more money.)























We tried you in a Johnny Jump up at Grady's house but you weren't quite ready. Maybe in a few weeks.