Hawkins: Adventures in Parenting

Remember all that stuff I said about turning 9 months old? Well, now it’s true.  So, I guess, review that stuff.

Making it to 9 months means crossing a lot of milestones off your checklist of developmental activities. Logan has mastered the pincer grip, which, as it turns out, is a real thing, and not part of a super villain’s oeuvre.

He grabs food, puts it in his mouth and almost all the time completely avoids choking. This is significantly more difficult than it appears to me as an adult, and you can read the concentration on his face while he slowly and determinedly grasps a treat, studies it, and crams it in his crier.

Most of the time, the treat is even food. Okay, some of the time.

Pretty soon I expect he’ll even be playing the piano, instead of just banging on it with blocks and drooling on the keys.

Logan long ago mastered sitting up, and has moved on to standing with the assistance of inanimate objects. After a little bit of practice, he nailed the difficult transition from standing to sitting.

Crawling is something that he still does in the manner of a wounded soldier avoiding machine gun fire, dragging one leg and pulling himself along the floor on his belly. He has, however, increased the speed and range with which he employs this maneuver, as well as the volume and frequency of the excited calking noise that pin points his location in the home. He’s like a bat. That crawls. Sometimes with surprising speed.

Increased crawling has led to increased exploration, frequently at the expense of his parents nerves. No, you can’t play with the bowl of crushed glass, or the pond full of piranha wearing their laser helmets. Put down that hand grenade young man. And keep your distance from covered electrical outlets!

We anticipate he will start walking any week now, at which point I’m certain he’ll become much easier to keep track of.

I just made myself laugh.