My little baby Liam is 8 months old. Within a week, he went from commando crawling, to a little hand-foot shuffle, to crawling on all fours. He is creeping along like a little lizard, happily exploring every nook and cranny of our house.
So it is now time to make the house BABY PROOF.
We have set up a play pen around our TV and electronics corner. Put away books, games and DVDs. Fitted kid-safe door locks on cupboards.
I have painstakingly picked out and packed away every single small-sized object and toy that could fit into a baby’s mouth.
Everything that is precious or breakable has been placed on higher shelves. Pot plants have been moved outside.
I guess it’s not such a big shock to me. I’ve already done this vertical migration twice. But it’s just funny to notice how our surroundings and living habits have changed over the years, as kids grow up.
Another big milestone for Liam is his eating. Ever since I introduced him to lumpy, chunky food, he has not looked back. He retches at pureed foods now.
If he eats a spoon of pumpkin puree, the next spoonful I offer him, he will actually look at what is on the spoon, and then decides whether to keep his mouth shut and turn his head away.
Sometimes I’ll try to trick him by putting a pea on top of the pumpkin puree, but he works it out pretty fast. I don’t remember my other two kids learning this quickly. And I don’t remember enjoying the humour of baby-feeding-time so much.
I think most of my pleasure comes from me being very relaxed about what he eats. It’s all very experimental and spontaneous.
He basically eats what we eat for dinner, just chopped up into tiny bits.
If I cook pasta for dinner, I’ll cut some up and spread it out on his high-chair tray. I might add some cooked peas, cooked cubes of potato, carrots, broccoli and grated cheese.
It all just sits on his table in one huge mess, and he will happily pick it all up piece by piece and pop them into his mouth.
It really is such a cute age!