Where nature meets nurture defined by purpose
When Remy was born, Jeremy’s workplace got us a gift basket with a plush Noah’s Ark toy in it. It has the ark, and five or six little stuffed animals that go in it.
Remy really likes the tiger and zebra.
I use them in his tummy time. He likes to try and scoot towards them, and then gets frustrated when he can’t. Finally he settles on talking to them.
(Outnumbered.)
Yum.
Yum.
Yum.
Yum.
Also, our eyes are getting more bluish. 🙂
We’re so much more alert now. We stay awake for one to one-and-a-half hours at a time, instead of crashing right after we’re done eating.
It now takes us 20 minutes to eat instead of 10, since we keep having to stop and talk to mommy between gulps.
It means that most of our pictures turn out like this:
…because we can’t hold still long enough.
And every now and again we’ll stop talking and smile for the camera. But by the time the camera is ready, we’re already distracted again.
Tummy Time!
We are actually not a fan of Tummy Time (not to be confused with Tatey Time, which rates quite highly in Remy’s book.) Most of the time we look around for a couple of minutes, then peck at the ground a few times like a baby bird before faceplanting in the blanket, which of course worries our Mommy to no end.
We’ve found another tactic to avoiding Tummy Time, though. We just plop onto our side.
This is our “idea face”.
…going…
…going…
..plop.
Once we’re there, though, we’re not entirely sure what our next move should be.
“Now what do I do??”
