11 Months and Growing...

Well, well, well. Hello, faithful readers. You'll have to excuse my scribe lately. I think he's been really busy at something called "work" -- don't know what that is, but I'll have to look into at some point...

In the meantime, I've been blossoming like the fertile Iowa soil from which I was birthed. Wait a minute. That's not me. And I'm mixing metaphors. Well, I am heavy and tall and getting my third - yes, count'em - third tooth. No, it's actually not on the top. I am going for the uneven 'street' feel with my dentures. You can check out this picture of me for a pretty good view of Tooth #3 (Dente Numero Tres - for our Spanish readers following along. Me llamo Ezra):



Words and Airplanes

There really is a lot to catch up on. We got the tooth covered. Check. Well, there is my - how you say it - vocabulary to discuss. Okay, okay, I can't actually talk. But certain synapses and nerves are starting to fire and I am gaining word recognition. I believe my parents picked up on them in this order:

1. Airplane
(if I hear a noise in the sky, like this (see plane in distance):


then I look up and point like this:



2. Ketubah (I point to it above my parent's' bed every morning)
3. Clock (What time is it? My parents say and I point to the clock in the bathroom)
4. Smoke Alarm (It blinks)
5. Banana (Need I say more?)

Oh, yes, I point. I used to point indiscriminately at everything. But that is like so 10 and 1/2 months old. Now I am 11 months and I point at what I want: avocado, banana and usually cheese. Despite my parents' best efforts (and those have been intense and unrelenting), I still refuse to point to either my mom or my dad and say "mama" or "dada" but that is not for lack of trying on their part.

Singing

I may not be using words but I do have some consonants and vowels down. And just yesterday I sang my first lyrics to a song I recognized. The song is "La la la Lemon" by the Barenaked Ladies on For the Kids. The refrain goes, predictably, "la la la" and when that happens, I sing right along. Except on the occassions when my parents have the video recording equipment out. Then I sit there like a mute. I caaaaan't. I mean, they are just so easy to manipulate those two. That one drives them bonkers.

Scooting and Standing (kind of)

I am still scooting around like a fiddler crab, no walking or "regular crawling" yet. But I am pulling myself up a lot on couches and on a new toy table good ol' mom and dad bought me:



Eating

My parents recently took out a home-equity loan to feed me. I mean, I mean, I'm like a 7-Eleven, I'm open 24-7. Wait, wait, I got one more, one more: I'm so fat, I got my own gravitational pull.

I like eating. No shame. No self-conscious moments. Bring it. Bring it on.

Lately I have been going to town on organic cheese. I've had cheddar, monterey jack, blue cheese. Okay, I didn't have blue cheese yet or even brie but soon. I love that stuff. I also eat tofu. Avocado, I can do all day long. And banana, I know that word too. I see fresh bananas come in the kitchen and I am pointing away. I could've eaten a full one yesterday but Dad, fearful for my Cohen gastrointestinal system, wouldn't let me.

Today Mom made me baked sweet potato fries. They were 'licous:



(ha ha! that one's in my mouth!)

... and I even shared them with my mom:



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Short 11 Months

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