At about three months Justin officially broke the 24 inch mark and was proud to be able to tell everyone that he was two feet tall. The trouble is, no one can understand him just yet; but that doesn't stop him from talking up a storm.
In fact, his talking has become kind of comical, and once he gets started it is pretty much impossible to get him to be quiet. And as I'm reminded of every Tuesday and Thursday when he comes to my independent study class with me: Don't try to talk over him. If you get louder... he gets louder. You ignore him... and he still gets louder. The only surefire why to get him it clam up is to grab the video camera. It never fails. It's like he smells the thing or something. As soon as he see's it coming... BAM. Instant silence, which is why it has taken me forever to get good footage of his monologue. And so already, at only 15 weeks old, my son has already found a way to make a mockery of my efforts. I guess some things are innate afterall. Nonetheless, I've remained determined to catch his babbling on tape while he and his mom just laugh at me.
As of sometime this week, V and I also agreed that he seems to be starting the teething process. Except for the irritability that is supposed to come with it,
all of the other symptoms seem to be there (mostly profuse drooling and a constant desire to put EVERYTHING in his mouth and gnaw on it). What's neat is that his desire to find something good to gnaw and scratch his gums with has given him a newfound motivation to seek out new things to grab and hold onto. It's cool to watch him discover, especially since he clearly amazes his own self with his ability to grab and hold onto new objects... but of course it has its downside... like yesterday at Outback Steakhouse when he swiped a bowl right off the table and was about a half second away from dropping it on the floor before V and I caught wind of what he was doing. It's "first time" moments like that that really remind us how much he changes from one day to the next. One second he's an invalid with no ability to grab, and before you know it you've gotta watch him like a hawk to make sure he's not smacking himself in the head with some metal object that you didn't even know was in reach.Geez... what happens when he can walk?
And speaking of which... Justin is still as adament as ever about standing up and trying to walk. He still has zero interest in crawling
but instead will pull himself up to his feet at every single opportunity that you give him. Even throughout the day, more often than not, if he starts to cry or get fussy it's probably because he wants to stand up. And don't try to sit him in your lap because he we just pop right up to his feet at the first chance he gets. But give him two fingers to hold onto and the boy is as happy as a lark. I don't know why that excites him so... but hey, whatever works.We also didn't have a clue as to how unusual this was for his age until about 8 different people brought it to our attention over the past couple of weeks. But hey, we're new parents; what do we know? Either way, I'm still skeptical as to if this will really translate to him walking anytime soon. It's just way too early, and the balancing part of it is still eluding him... but at this point I have to honestly say that few things surprise me with this kid. So we'll see. If he got up and walked tomorrow, I can't say I'd be shocked.
Last but not least, with a little help from Dad, Justin also took his first shower last week. V was inspired by her co-workers who had grandchildren already in swimming lessons at 3 months old (wow)... and so we decided to at least work on his level of comfort and affinity for water just to see where it landed us. And so we started with the shower. Long story short, he did phenomenally well and has come a loooooong way from the absolute panic and terror he exhibited at 1 month old. At that point, a single drop of water in his eye, mouth or nose would send him into a tailspin between holding his breathe and screaming histerically (I'm sure that was a sight that neither V nor her mom will ever forget... talk about scary). Now, two months later, he's in the shower dipping his head back into the water stream like some kind of Paul Mitchell commericial.
Give him another week and he'll be taking a Calgon bubble bath.
Or maybe not.
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