Yesterday we celebrated the four-month anniversary of M'hijo's birth. By that I mean that Tobias, Sahsez and I sat around stuffing our faces with pie and poor little M'hijo watched from the chair of his swing, sucking his fist furiously. I took pity on him and offered a finger dipped in whipped cream, which he attacked greedily.
He remains quite unambitious in all areas aside from eating -- he weighs 18 pounds and wears clothing intended for much older babies -- and talking. He is beginning to show a bit more interest in grabbing objects held in front of him, but it's by no means consistent. Other babies his age have already started grabbing objects on a regular basis, sitting up, and rolling over. Not this boy. It seems that moving of his own accord simply hasn't occured to him yet. Like I said, unambitious.
But he is a charmer. We're just about to leave to go pick up his sister from school and, as usual, I know that he will smile and bat his eyes and flirt with everyone that gives him a how-de-do on the way to the school. It's about a 2-minute walk, but I schedule at least six, because someone always wants to say hello.
I can't blame them.
