That sliver of hope about associating 'Da Da' and looking in my direction is looking better all the time. In the past couple of months, baby Z has progressed from a frog crawl to outright speed demo crawling and now has figured out how to pull himself up on stuff.
This is inspiring and jaw-droppingingly cool... and sorta funny as well. He'll pull himself up but hasn't quite figured out what to do once he's there.
At the same time... all that teething-teasing since he was 5 months finally broke through. Our little hero now has two bottom teeth and two uppers... which from time to time cause him no end of crankiness.
I must say... tiny tot swimming lessons can be very entertaining to watch but participating is an entirely different thing. Led by the cheery 14 year old (or so) 'instructor', she has her charges (including the parents) in the shallow pool trying to demonstrate blowing bubbles etc... to 8-10 month olds who have no interest whatsoever. The part she hasn't really clued into is it's all fine for someone who can't walk and is carried around to float in water etc... you take your parent in their mid (ok late) 30s and ask them to keep getting up and getting down in 2 feet of water.. well, I guess she doesn't know the knees of a mid (ok late) 30 year old.
... but getting that semi-interested glance and little smile when you 'jump' into the water is kinda neat.
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