Pac Zach

Life just got easier. Whereas in past attempts at laying Zach down for nap-time, he would often cry as if he were at the start of a 6 to 10 year stint at Sing Sing, these days he retires without word one of arguement. He just snuggles up with his blanket, tucks his knees under his belly and closes his eyes as soon as I lay him down. Even though I knew when his cries were forced (The second syllable of his fake cry always starts with the letter "h"), it still is not easy to listen to it even when you know it's just because he's too tired to fall asleep; so, we're both just a tad happier as a result of this development.

Amelia is in the process of distinguishing herself from the rest of the animal world by learning to use eating utensils. I'm still trying to figure out which foods are more conducive to this learning curve mainly by whether or not the food will hold to the spoon when the concave side becomes convex. So far, mashed potatoes and thick banana oatmeal are the favorites. For lunch yesterday, I had given Amelia a bowl of orzo, which, by the way, does not stick to the spoon but does stick to clothing. By the time she had "finished" with lunch she looked like an off-white fish covered in little mushy almond shaped scales. As I walked her over to the sink to get her cleaned off, the orzo dropped to the floor creating a dotted line all the way from her high chair to the kitchen. Since Zach is still in full foraging mode with his little particle pinchers, I figured I should pick up all the orzo before he transformed into Pac Man and started chomping his way down the trail of dots. Wakka wakka wakka.