Quiet Weekend

Thanks everyone for your input on my last post.  I’m pretty sure the nighttime groaning is related to a growth spurt, mostly because he’s now eating like a maniac.  We went to B*st*n Market yesterday and split a meal – I had about 1/3 of the chicken breast and he had two sides of mac & cheese and the bread.  He absolutely inhaled it.  In fact, when I put it in front of him, he actually sat down (which he never does at restaurants or whatever this constitutes) and put his face into the macaroni so he could get it into his mouth faster.  And this was only 3 hours after he ate yogurt, cheerios, a banana and bacon.  He ended up licking the plate and had dried (and gooey) cheese everywhere, including in his hair, ears and tear ducts.  It was a sight to behold. 

I have to say it was a bit unnerving, since I seem to forget just how far we as adults have evolved from the somewhat primitive state toddlers are in.  The way he ate yesterday was practically primal.  He saw what he wanted and he devoured it.  No social niceties here.  It also confirmed I have a way to go on the manners front.  Whatever, the little guy had a good time.  I sort of wished that I had had a camera to document it, but as I came home covered in cheese, too, perhaps that would not have been the wisest idea.

That was kind of it for our weekend, aside from a shopping trip, where he spent the entire time jabbering away.  It was grey and a little misty in SF, so we ended up sprinting outside when it would stop “raining” to play a bit, and Oscar even made his first escape.  I’m trying to get him to get in and out of the car on his own, now that we’re in such a tiny little thing.  He’s great about getting in, but when I let him out and bent down to get my purse, he tried to make a break down the sidewalk.  Luckily I’m still faster than him (for how long?  I don’t know).

Our big breakthrough, though, is that Oscar spoke!  Twice, even.  He said “bah bah” (bye bye) to his therapist when she left on Thursday, and on Saturday when I was trying to get him to take a nap I said “night night, Oscar,” and he kept sucking down his milk for a sec, moved his cup away and looked straight at me and said “nih nih”.  Of course, he didn’t take a nap, but I really didn’t care after that.  Little steps.

June 1, 2009 Posted by Oscar and Etta's mom | Milestones, Oscar | 1 Comment