Yes, in fact, it does get better and better. The major accomplishment today? Your Grandma Kay conquered the high chair, and we were both much happier for it. So let's talk about that first.
In all the Wednesdays I've been coming to your house, I've avoided the high chair. Your mom was really good at showing me how to put on the tray and take it off. But there was that time when she said "Goodbye," and you were still in your high chair. You begin crying, "Get me out!" So I pulled and tugged and pushed levers, but the tray wouldn't budge. Your mom had forgotten something so dashed back in the house just in time to release you from the high chair prison. The next time I tried it, the tray was off the chair, so I thought I had it made. You were hungry, and your mom said that I could give you some cereal, so I strapped you in the chair, got the tray, tried to gracefully slide it in place, but nothing worked. I tried and tried. When your brother Legend got home, he put the tray on for me, but by that time, you had completely lost patience. Legend showed me how to use the lever for the tray, and I practiced and practiced. As I've said elsewhere it just seems counter-intuitive to me. And, that was the end of my relationship with the high chair.
Until today. So after our hour-long, two mile chilly walk (about 46°), when you had emptied a four ounce bottle of formula and had fallen fast asleep, you were awake and hungry. So with some trepidation, but also with a degree of confidence, I strapped you in and voilá, I pulled the lever underneath the tray and snapped it into place. Not only that, but I stirred up some cereal for you and fed it to you with that pretty little spoon with the blue protective cover and you ate it all.
Our time together gets to be more of a routine as I confess that I feel more confident in navigating your world of safety buckles, onesies (I also changed your clothes this time because your little shirt got damp and you get pulling on it), high chairs, musical toys, and floor play.
As we did last week, we also walked around the house admiring your dad's guitar (I strummed it a bit, but reminded you, "This is not a toy,") and your mom's jewelry (as a distance of course), looking at ourselves in the mirror. You're getting heavier, so I need to resume my weight lifting routine. You finally started wriggling, so it was down on the floor crawling again.
When your dad came home, he found us on the floor by the dog's water bowl, which you had discovered and which I was protecting.
It was a good day, Luca, and, as you see, I finally got a picture of you smiling.
It was a good trip back down the mountain and home to Shelby Poodle and Grandpa Doug.
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