Flynn
and Margot are now in their tenth month.
They
both started crawling in late May and are now really on the move. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, Flynn
had been trying to crawl from some time – at least six weeks or so before he
finally managed to get some forward movement – while Margot observed his
efforts with only mild curiosity. Yet,
much to our surprise, they both started crawling at the same time. Margot must have been practicing secretly at
night when everyone else was asleep.
Flynn, it’s no surprise, crawls like he’s an ATV. He crawls up and over things – his toys,
Margot, Daddy and Papa – whatever obstacle might offer some interesting terrain
to explore. He doesn’t seem to mind the
head-bonks he sometimes gets when coming down the other side. Maybe Flynn will carry on the Gotham family
tradition of “Jeeping” in the backcountry.
I may have to call cousin JW and put “dibs” on the 1974 CJ-5 Jeep that
has passed from Dad to Scott to JW, so that Flynn gets it someday.
Margot,
unlike Flynn, crawls to get somewhere, to reach a toy, or to reach Daddy and
Papa.
I suspect both of them will be walking soon enough. In fact, I think they’ll be walking by the time they finish their month-long stay with Grandma Mary and Grandpa Roy this summer.
Flynn is quite good at pulling himself
up. In fact, a few weeks ago, he managed
to stand up in his crib for the first time.
It was early morning and Ken was in bed.
Ken heard Flynn moving about in his crib, looked over and saw Flynn’s
head pop up over the side of the crib.
It was like someone coming up for air at the edge of a swimming
pool. As you can imagine, Flynn was
quite pleased with himself. (Flynn is
almost always pleased with himself.) I’m
sure if he could have talked he would have shouted “I’m king of the world!” a la Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic.
Since then, he insists on being vertical constantly. Unfortunately, he is not so good at sitting
back down, so he is regularly stuck standing, clinging to something and crying
for someone to help him sit back down.
He is also very good at “finger-walking” – grabbing Daddy's or Papa’s
fingers so he can practice walking around the house (and around, and around . .
. .).
Margot has not yet mastered the art of pulling herself up so she can stand but she is working hard at it. She is leading the pair in other areas, however. She has her two front teeth, while Flynn doesn’t have any teeth yet (although they’re coming). Margot is better at the self-feeding thing. Put her in her high chair and she will get a higher proportion of Cheerios and banana slices into her mouth than Flynn will. She also seems to be recognizing the hand signs for “food” and for “more” more readily than Flynn. (Or maybe she just finds it hilarious when I stand in front of her with Cheerios in my hand, grinning and gesturing at her.)
Margot
and Flynn are now actively playing, mostly grabbing toys, waving them around
and banging them on any handy hard surface.
And they’re definitely playing together, although usually it’s just
crawling over one another to get somewhere and taking toys away from each other. That doesn’t usually result in tears,
although I’m sure it will soon enough; once they learn the concept of “mine!”
They
both started crawling in late May and are now really on the move. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, Flynn
had been trying to crawl from some time – at least six weeks or so before he
finally managed to get some forward movement – while Margot observed his
efforts with only mild curiosity. Yet,
much to our surprise, they both started crawling at the same time. Margot must have been practicing secretly at
night when everyone else was asleep.
Flynn, it’s no surprise, crawls like he’s an ATV. He crawls up and over things – his toys,
Margot, Daddy and Papa – whatever obstacle might offer some interesting terrain
to explore. He doesn’t seem to mind the
head-bonks he sometimes gets when coming down the other side. Maybe Flynn will carry on the Gotham family
tradition of “Jeeping” in the backcountry.
I may have to call cousin JW and put “dibs” on the 1974 CJ-5 Jeep that
has passed from Dad to Scott to JW, so that Flynn gets it someday.Margot,
unlike Flynn, crawls to get somewhere, to reach a toy, or to reach Daddy and
Papa. I suspect both of them will be walking soon enough. In fact, I think they’ll be walking by the time they finish their month-long stay with Grandma Mary and Grandpa Roy this summer.
Flynn is quite good at pulling himself
up. In fact, a few weeks ago, he managed
to stand up in his crib for the first time.
It was early morning and Ken was in bed.
Ken heard Flynn moving about in his crib, looked over and saw Flynn’s
head pop up over the side of the crib.
It was like someone coming up for air at the edge of a swimming
pool. As you can imagine, Flynn was
quite pleased with himself. (Flynn is
almost always pleased with himself.) I’m
sure if he could have talked he would have shouted “I’m king of the world!” a la Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic.
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| "Help! I'm standing and I can't sit down!" |
Margot has not yet mastered the art of pulling herself up so she can stand but she is working hard at it. She is leading the pair in other areas, however. She has her two front teeth, while Flynn doesn’t have any teeth yet (although they’re coming). Margot is better at the self-feeding thing. Put her in her high chair and she will get a higher proportion of Cheerios and banana slices into her mouth than Flynn will. She also seems to be recognizing the hand signs for “food” and for “more” more readily than Flynn. (Or maybe she just finds it hilarious when I stand in front of her with Cheerios in my hand, grinning and gesturing at her.)
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| "Daddy, stop waving your hands around and just give us the Cheerios." |
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| The double stroller with the "kickboard" in the back for Coco to stand on. |
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| Teamwork! |
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| Swinging at Duboce Park. |
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| Flynn: "Would someone help me sit down, please!" |
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| Margot: "Would someone help him sit down, please?" |
