Monthly Archives: May 2010

Equal time

Grrrr

Within  a week Logan will be 9 months old and I’ll be 38. It’s just another birthday for me, but for Logan this week is something of a milestone. On the 9th he will have spent as much time outside the womb as he did inside.

The Red Star of Cuteness

It’s not the sort of thing you usually get a card for.

A lecture about the minimum drinking age

Logan continues to develop at what seems like an advanced pace. A few weeks ago he demonstrated the pincer grip. While I thought the pincer grip was an emerging kung fu skill, I was corrected swiftly. It turns out it’s a significant milestone skill in the baby’s life, demonstrating some expanding coordination.

Apricots!

Standing is one of Logan’s new favorite activities. He can’t quite balance by himself, but he’s strong enough to rise and stand on his own, as long as he has something to hold onto. Most often, this has to be or his mother.

Balancing

Crawling is something that Logan had showed little to no interest in until very recently. Once on his belly, the boy would spread his arms and legs out in airplane maneuver and start crying. We were beginning to suspect he would walk before he crawled.

Trying to crawl

And then he just started doing it. He’s not terribly accomplished at crawling yet, he tends to drag one leg and grunt a lot. He looks for all the world like a miniature wounded soldier attempting to crawl out of no man’s land. He’s working on it though.

The Chompy Monster

Further evidence of the decline of milkman as an avocation.

This is a picture of me taken when I was just over a year old. The contraption I’m imprisoned in is an early model of the car safety seat. It’s made out of what appears to be stainless steel tubing and vinyl. I’m sure it was intensely uncomfortable, which is why I’m attempting to escape.
Escape Artist

My mother tells me that his is a maneuver I frequently engaged in. I would lift one leg far past its current range of flexibility and thrust it out of whatever restraint I was strapped into. Evidently I was quite good at it.

This is a picture of my son taken a few weeks ago.

A leg up

It would seem that not only has Logan inherited my extraordinary good looks and roguish charm, but also, my genetic disposition for a distaste in restraints. Until this moment, I was unaware that escapism was an inherited quality. With any luck he’s also managed to inherit his mother’s good sense with money as well as her study habits.