Yesterday evening, Seventy-Six observed me eating popcorn from a bowl and indicated by facial expression and reach that he wished to share my snack. Of course, with only two very small teeth in front on the bottom, he’s not ready for popcorn. Caution-Lady instead took part of a slice of whole-wheat bread and broke it up into tiny pieces, made ‘pills’ of them, and fed them to the boy out of his own bright orange, blue, and green solid-foods bowl. That made him happy.
Then, a little later from another room, I heard Seventy-Six make his happy crowing sound and my wife clapping her hands exclaiming, “Good boy! I knew you could do it.” In I went to see what was going on, and the Cautious One informed me that our baby had rolled over from his back to his stomach while chewing on a sock he’d pulled from one of his feet. This advance in mobility delighted the little guy, his affect brightened considerably, and he appeared to view every familiar object in his play area in the light of this newfound ability. He spent the next hour or so playing, rolling around to get things.