I dunno why, but I had clearly made an unconscious assumption that Hamish would plateau a bit when he got to being one. I think it is because he now looks more and more like a little boy, and less like a baby. He's always looked a bit older than he was because he's skinny, but now he sits up and plays with toys with such an intent look that its easy to forget that the brain behind it is still working out how things work.
But there are constant changes. Sometime in the last month, he went from instantly knocking over any stack of more than two toys to deliberately stacking two things together, then looking at me and grinning like an idiot. Balls go in rings. Or into cups. And cubes go into other cubes. And most fun, almost anything goes into goldengrove
's slippers. This has become a game where you put things into one another, and then take them out. Repeatedly. For ten or fifteen minutes at a time. Training the neural net is always a tedious process I guess.
This sort of behaviour is accompanied by other learning processes, some inexplicable, some just grotesque. He'll sit there with all his toys in front of him, pick them up one by one and toss them behind without looking, until there are none left, then turn around and repeat the whole thing again. I am completely lost as to what's going on in his head - maybe he's just testing that stuff doesn't disappear when he's not looking at it? Maybe he has no memory and turns around to go "hey, stuff!"? If you interrupt, he gives you such a look of "do you mind?" that I feel bad for daring to disrupt his concentration.
Hamish is at an age where he is learning that he can give things to people. Sometimes he just wants to test that he could, and puts things in your hand, and then takes it away again. Othertimes, he actually wants to make sure you take whatever it is. It sounds cute, and sometimes it is. Awww. But sometimes he insists that you take a bite of whatever biscuit he's been sucking on for the last 10 minutes. Ewww. Oh, you're keeping your mouth shut? Well, he's recently discovered that you have two other convenient holes near your mouth. Slimy rusk will not fit up a nostril, but he will give it a good try. If that's not horror enough, now imagine my beard smeared full of chunks of partly dissolved biscuit.
Food antics continue unabated. Gargling water is funny, and just means we have to change his shirt if there's a lot of it. Gargling milk is kind of messy. Gargling saliva-dissolved-biscuit is messy beyond words. On another occasion we were out at a birthday lunch for one of my cousin's kids and Hamish managed to dip his rusk into goldengrove
's beer. Her instinctive reaction was to save the beer, but this left Hamish with a foam-covered rusk which he happily stuffed into his mouth and munched away on while I laughed too hard to be able to help.
As you'd kind of expect, our laughing tends to reinforce his behaviours, and its really hard to not laugh at some of the stuff he does. Splashing so hard in the bath that it becomes entirely unclear who is wetter, the person washing him or the baby sitting in the bath. Tipping his head back and making a howling face (fortunately without the howling noise), which is entirely oneeyedgod
's fault. Pointing at enthusiastically at things and people and saying what sounds like "dead".
Hamish appears to be right on the verge of walking on his own. He's taken a few tentative steps without something to hold onto, but mostly he drops down onto all fours and speeds off. He is definitely a four wheel drive baby - something in the way? Just crawl right over the top of it at high speed. Toys, cushions, other babies, it all gets crushed beneath his mighty knees. goldengrove
was wondering if he might not stay at that point for the next 6 months, but I think that more exposure to other walking kids, say at mum's group, will encourage him to do what they do. He cruises around on the walls & furniture and pushes a box of nappies up and down the hall way - its just that last little bit of working out how to lift one foot up without falling off the other one that he needs to manage.
Stuff went on outside Hamish's head as well as inside. We had Yet Another first birthday party for him, which was basically an excuse to get people to come over for a BBQ on grand final day. My cousin Carly's youngest Hugo was 1 on that weekend, so we went out to have a party with him as well. He had a hearing test and more immunisations. There were mum's group days where the babies go exchange exciting new germs, and numerous trips out and about, shops and walking around the neighbourhood. And its slowly getting warm enough to drop Hamish out on the lawn regularly and watch him crawl about investigating things (ie: eating flowers).Photos? Who'd have thought...