Well, Elisha turned 1 Monday.
We had a little party for him– my parents and a couple friends over for dinner.
Afterwards we stripped Elisha down to his diaper and gave him his bowl of cake and ice cream. He had his first spoon, too, and knew exacly how to use it (he was surprisingly dexterous) breaking off bite-sized pieces.
The only problem was that he couldn’t get or keep them on his spoon long enough to bring it to his mouth.
He had his first cup of cow’s milk, too, but didn’t think much of that. He made a face and pushed the cup away.
The next day I noticed he’s made another milestone: he’s figured out how to tip up a cup and his head so he can drink from a cup that’s not full.
He is also climbing up the steps against our bed and the kitchen counter. He’s very good at it, and will stand up there grinning like one of the big kids, but he still doesn’t know how to get down, and doesn’t watch where he’s stepping, so he will step right off the side sometimes.
Elisha still rides well in the Ergo (always on my back now) but as soon as Dad comes in the door at the end of the day: Nothing else will do.
And if Dad walks by without picking him up– all the world falls apart.
It is very freeing for me to watch Elisha develop an attachment to Jay. It make me feel less-essential in a very good way.