Being Elijah

He crawls. Real crawling on his hands and knees. He's speedy. It's cute. If he misses us he will just come and find us now. Even in the bathroom. You can tell he's really pleased with himself when he finds us. He also really likes books. His favorite thing to do, maybe his favorite, besides ripping paper, is to sit in front of a bookshelf and pull off all the books he can reach. In terms of my poetry shelves, he seems to favor Eleni Sikelianos, but he has also taken a recent liking to the works of Chelsea Minnis and Bin Ramke and Laynie Browne. He's obviously really into contemporary poetry . . . so far no noticeable interest in classics. He also has four teeth now. He seems more into solid food all of a sudden. Especially if it's orange. Sometimes he bugs out in his highchair while M and I are eating so now I just put a spoonful of food (and the spoon, highly coveted by him) on his tray and let him go nuts. He loves it. He slowly sticks his fingers in it and giggles. Then he mushes it around in his hands, etc. I think it's just part of getting to know and love food. Yeah? Another hilarious thing he's into . . . tiny bits of paper or leaves. If he finds any little bit on the floor he slowly tries to pick it up (pincer grasp is pretty good) and pushes it around and laughs. Overall, he laughs A LOT. And he talks NONSTOP. Seriously. I don't notice him mimicking our speech, which seems a little weird to me, but he's certainly chatty. And there do seem to be some words he clearly understands, primarily: up, kitty, standing up, dada, mama's feet. Also, if you say the word baby or the word bunny nice and slow, he'll laugh and laugh. He's a funny morsel.

Here is a little video of him from earlier this week. Just being Elijah. Seriously, that's all.