The Adventures of Wiggle Baby

This past Friday was Yellow Day. I wore a yellow shirt, had tons of fun with a yellow balloon, ate a banana, and went out for a short walk in the sunshine. And it was all yellow.

As usual, I’m changing far quicker than I can document on this webby page. I can walk much better now, almost completely by myself, but I’m still a little wobbly. I’m consistently standing up in my crib (and waiting impatiently for assistance) after naps. Most exciting, I understand some gestures and I regularly identify and/or point at many items:

• the red light
• the kitty
• noses and toes-es
• belts and bellybuttons
• mommy and daddy
• dolly and ball-y
• the lamp
• the balloon

As an added bonus, if I don’t know what something is, I shrug until someone offers a suitable explanation. It’s not exactly clear how I learned to shrug. [shrugs] Also, when someone says “if you’re Maddie and you know it, clap your hands,” I do clap my hands, because I am Maddie, and this all seems quite obvious.

Exploration is the new word of the day, as I persistently fiddle with everything I can get my hands on. I especially dig things I’m not supposed to touch, such as drawers, doors, the cat food dish, the fridge, and tasty but inedible potential choking hazards. Several of my toys have become old hat, as I discovered the hidden triggers that set off the lights and noises. Who needs to actually play with a toy when one can artificially force it to do something? Just wait until I can start hacking things!

Some fun events came and went…I was dressed as a monkey for this weird Halloween thing, which was rather humiliating and odd, but people seemed to enjoy it so I didn’t complain terribly. I got a little sick and then felt a little better. I slept badly, then well, then badly. I ate some food, then refused to eat anything, and then ate some food again. I’m contentious and content, all at the same time.