More and more, Radar is feeding himself... it's not an easy thing to pick up something as small as a baby cracker or pea with your thumb and index finger, then neatly place it in your mouth... but he's getting better every day. However, when he's finished, it's clear that not everything made its way to Radar's tummy.
The mystery is that despite Radar dropping plenty of food during his meal, somehow he manages not to drop a single morsel on the floor!!!!
Amazing! And I can't for the life of me figure it out!!!
As for things I'll never learn... Since Radar had to go to a birthday party this weekend, we found ourselves in the toy section of the department store on Saturday morning. I tried to resist, but I couldn't, so I paid way, way, way too much money to get a stupid plastic toy for Radar as well.
And it wasn't a total disaster... he liked it...
...to play with one of his preferred toys!!!
Will I ever learn that spending lots of money on kid's toys is pointless since they will inevitably prefer the free stuff! Geez Radar's mom... get a clue!
Lots of love,
Titi and Radar
PS - In response to a couple of questions in the comments of previous posts...
Dardo... Radar's progress toward walking is slow going these days since he's really mastered the crawl and prefers that to the frustrations of figuring out how to walk... on the other hand, he's gained so much more control while standing that he might just surprise us and go for a stroll one morning soon???? I guess we'll have to wait and see!
Marco... I would love to go down to Vivi's on the 20th, but being that we're flying in Friday night and flying out Monday morning, I think the round-trip to VA from PA might be more than we can handle. Unlike some babies that love the car, it seems that Radar doesn't like being couped up for too long and the connecting flights on Friday and Monday might be enough traveling for one weekend... super sorry!!!
Stefan... Re: Fanny's nose... as the Channel Swimmer guessed, I do believe that the wounds are self inflicted. Some people self mutilate when they're depressed... perhaps it's just that Fanny is missing her Uncle Stefan. Oh, and I'm not contagious anymore so feel free to pop over any time!