Not long ago, Mom wanted to create her own post. I seriously considered it, but then I saw that "look" in her eye. She's been looking a bit misty-eyed recently, and I think I heard her singing "Sunrise, Sunset" to herself. Yeah, that's all we need: yet another "my baby is growing up" post!So, instead, I'll update you on what's been going on.
First of all, summer has definitely arrived here in Amman. Today it's supposed to get up to 40 (that's in Celcius--104 for those that are used to Fahrenheit), so we've been hanging out indoors or in the shade. Not a big problem, since Dad rigged up a bunch of tarps so that we can sit out on our front patio in the shade. I've got to tell you: there are lots of cool things to pick up and explore (read: taste) out there: leaves, rocks, twigs, little bits of who-knows-what . . . seriously exciting!
And I am finally able to get around on my own! Well . . . kind-of. Dad calls me a "butler" because he says I'm not a toddler yet: I just scoot around on my butt. It works, though! I do kind-of crawl: one knee down, one foot down. I don't know why Mom & Dad make such a big deal about it: it's just a way for me to get where I want without waiting for someone to come pick me up and take me there!
And then there's this other thing: standing. And walking. Now that's cool! I can pull myself up in my crib quite easily now (yes, Mom and I have had numerous battles over that: I keep trying to convince her that I don't need to go to sleep--see, I can stand up and am ready to go!--but she keeps insisting I do), and I'm getting a lot more confident in the whole "moving" arena. As long as I've got one of Mom or Dad's hands (two is better) or something to hold on to, I can move around quite a bit . . . I'm even working on figuring out how to reach down, pick something up, and stand back up. That's a bit harder, though. Mom calls me her "rock climber." No, I'm not climbing any rocks, but three points of contact is my rule (one foot, two hands . . . two feet, one hand . . . one foot, one butt, one hand . . . ).I also really like books and toys and little bits and anything I can chew on. And I'm getting much better at feeding myself (I prefer it, actually: why wait for someone to put something in my mouth when I can do it on my own!).
So, yeah, life is becoming much more interesting. I did pick up a pretty nasty virus last weekend . . . high fever, feeling yucky, rash all over . . . not fun to say the least! Though I did get to visit some nice doctors (and others who wanted to poke things in my ears and nose and throat--not so much fun). I'm better now, though, and glad to be done with that!
