It’s obvious to even the most casual observer that lately we’ve become quite the shutterbugs lately. Even though it is said that a picture is worth a thousand words, those words mean nothing in the absence of a story.
At the risk of sounding redundant I will say that changes are happening daily, or so it seems. Arwen is growing everyday in mind and body. She’s become very restless in the sense that she doesn’t want to stay in one place for very long. I think eventually we’ll start noticing a pattern. For me I notice it starting with dinner. I believe she enjoys sitting with us at the table while we eat. She’ll watch spyMommy or myself eat and I swear there are times that she smacks her lips. I can’t help but smile every time. I would be quite proud to say that I’ve helped create a little foodie in training. Truth be told I am proud to say just about anything concerning her.
After dinner it’s usually time for her to eat, and eat she does! Her appetite has really grown and consumes with relish her once-a-day infusion of juice (either apple or prune). Just this evening I was telling her that it’s not too far off when she’ll get to actively participate in dinner. I plan to buy very little prepared baby food. I want to make sure she gets to eat what we eat. I do need to do some research about this because I am sure there are limits to the amount of “charred” food she should eat. (Please note that I said charred, and not burnt… I like to grill) Also I can be very liberal with salt and I’m sure her needs are much, much lower than ours.
Once she eats it’s a gambit of swing to rocking chair, rocking chair to playpen, playpen to rocking chair and so on. She is becoming more self sufficient in regards to entertainment so spyMommy and I have a little more time to poke around on the computer or do whatever else.
As we posted earlier in the week we went to the Taste of Diversity event at the Toledo Botanical Garden. I think for the most part she enjoyed herself. It was warm and quite humid, that I know she didn’t enjoy. We watched a traditional Chinese dance and a Lion dance, and while feeding her we distantly listened to some variant of Latin music. The minute a gospel singer started wailing, so did she… the poor thing.
I wonder if anyone has any insight into the virtues of exposing a little one to such a variety of sensory stimuli.
As she settles into a routine, we adapt. As soon as we adapt she decides that she may have found a better routine and changes it up on us. This keeps this far from boring to be sure.
I’ll go ahead and call it quits for now. Stream of consciousness writing is sometimes a very bad thing and my consciousness is so scattered that I’ll probably end up ranting about the last “Foundation” book I listened to (BTW, Asimov is the man!). So I bid you, the reader, adieu.