perpetual motion
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
The Magster's crawling. After a fashion: she hasn't yet the strength to get up on all fours, so it's really more like swimming, but she's coordinating movement of opposite arms and legs to propel herself forward, with only the occasional over-vigorous thrust flipping her onto her back, where she lies looking bemused for a few moments before flipping back and carrying doggedly on. Tempus is certainly, as J would say, fugging, and so is our littlest girl. Although a burst of frustrated sobbing from near your ankles indicates that she's just about bloody well had enough now and would you please just GIVE her the damn toy she's been trying to reach for the past 10 minutes. OK?
All this movement may explain her apparently insatiable appetite for pretty much anything edible. Maggie is good at food. In fact like Bruce the Shark, she's an eating machine, stashing away the sort of quantities that you wouldn't think her little frame capable of accommodating. And efficient too: the other day she neatly removed the flesh from a segment of peach before flinging the skin on the floor, sucked clean of literally every scrap of nourishment. And you should see what she does to steak. God help us when she gets teeth.
1 Comments:
Fantastic. Mia's also starting to wriggle/shuffle/squirm her way across the room. Soon we will, like Jack predicted at Mia's birth, be able to race them.
