Okay, I can admit it; I'm a clutter-monkey. I am very good at becoming inspired, beginning a project, getting all the crap out, maybe finishing said project, and most likely not cleaning up after myself at the end of the project. Hey, but the first step is admitting the problem right? I know that between Brian and I, sometimes clutter in the house can become pretty scary.
Now the real question is if there is a "clutter" gene or a "hoarder" DNA sequence that is hereditary. If so, Tam is DOOOMMMMED!
Since we've begun finger foods, Tam has already figured out how to save crackers for "later". If I give him two, he'll gum both, but usually one falls off the tray and lodges somewhere in his thigh region. Having not watched this phenomenon, I look over and exclaim happily, "Yeah Tam, you ate all the crackers!" To which, he replies with happy grins and squeals. Then, out comes the second cracker, mushy, and possibly covered with gunk, and it goes into his mouth! Sheesh.
Besides hoarding food, I just found that Tam has a secret stash of pacifiers. For days, I have been wondering where all the binkies have went, knowing that we had 8+ at one time. Today, I move Tam's crib to dust and . . . lo and behold. . . just guess how many of the missing binkies were there among the dust bunnies.
Not 1 . . . nope, not 2. . . not even 3 or 4 . . . but FIVE! FIVE binkies that kiddo has dropped between his crib and the wall. Accidentally you inquire? I think not. I think he has been hoarding them there just to see how long we'll go before buying new ones. Or was he dropping them there just to hear them bounce against the floor? Or he is telling us that he's done with binkies and is ready to quit? He still certainly wants one when he's falling asleep for the night.
Silly baby.
I'm expanded Tam's food knowledge from puree goop to finger foods. He's been munching on Gerber "star puffs" for a few weeks now. These are puffed grains that virtually melt in the mouth. I throw a few puffs on the high-chair tray to try to occupy him (read take his mind off of how hungry he is) while I'm preparing his real food and bottle. He fairly quickly figured out how to pick up the little grains...mostly with all of his fingers. Then, he would move the fist of food to his mouth, but, NOT open his fingers! It was so cute to watch. He seemed so proud that he was "eating" when in reality nothing was getting into the pie hole. It wasn't until this past week he has figured out how to let go of the grains from his hand and deposit them into his mouth. Brilliant!
Once I saw this, I thought to have him try at other real food. I sliced up a banana for our lunch, placed the dish of diced fruit in front of him, and let him have at it...
