A stay-at-home-dad offers thoughts on the joys and sorrows, and everything in between, of fatherhood.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Random Details

Baby has found her feet, and it turns out they may be the most interesting objects ever discovered. She reaches for them from her table-top seat and grabs them, and then grunts in order to stay holding onto them with her hands. She’ll grunt that way for three minutes, never bored, never less than laser-focused.

Born with a strong neck, she cranes her head in any direction that suits her. She especially likes to see where dad is headed with her when he’s carrying her upstairs. Trips to the changing table frequently interrupt her rare but impressive crying jags. Howling at the foot of the stairs as we start up, she’ll giggle the moment she’s on the changing table in the nursery and all the way through the changing. She’s giving me clues, every second of every day.  

Though my wife has been convinced baby has been teething for weeks already, I had had my doubts until the last few days. Now, when I give her the cool teething ring out of the refrigerator she bites down on it with her gums and barely buried chompers as though she wants her teeth out now.