You tasted goldfish crackers for the first time yesterday at Jates’s house. I was a little nervous, because you still gag on clumps in your cereal, and the crackers sometimes have sharp edges, but you quickly developed a very systematic approach. You’d take the fish, bite one end off and suck on it, then insert the other end and gum the two pieces until they were easy to swallow. You had no problems at all. Such a big boy…
You are on the floor below me in the kitchen as I work on this, grouchy and vocal and with something to say on the subject, so I’ll let you type it out:
UHG VM
Okay, bad idea. You banged the keyboard and brought some feature up I didn’t even know I had!
You’ve not been resting as well as you’ve grown accustomed to since we got back from Atlanta. Maybe you’re trying to find some rhythm again after traveling. Maybe you liked the over-conditioned cool of a hotel room. Maybe you have too much on your mind, what with pulling up on everything and then trying to balance for as along as you can without holding on. Maybe your belly hurts; you’ve already pooped three times this morning before nap. Maybe you’re in a growth spurt; you eat like a little monster. Who knows? Another guessing game…
