Hold the guacamole

Ezra's interests seem to wax and wane like a fickle adolescent's. One week he's totally into grabbing his toes, the next week the toes are old news and he's moved on to kicking. Or, take raspberry-blowing. He flirted with it at 3 months, forgot it until 5, then forgot it again. Until today. Specifically, until we decided to introduce him to the joys of the avocado. He'd move the green goo thoughtfully around in his mouth ... and then atomize it into a fine mist. I actually wore safety glasses (well, sunglasses) while feeding him. When I took them off they were flecked with green, as were my face and hair. 

In other news, almost out of nowhere, the kid has learned to sit up. Witness the video below. Of course he has his tippy moments (as does his dad), but overall he's remarkably stable (like his mom). The kid has core strength, as we have long suspected. 

Ez has had an active few days, visiting such exciting destinations as: WBEZ, play group, the Mexican restaurant, the lakefront, Costco, and others too numerous to mention. He has gotten so, so much better in the car. He still treats us to the occasional backseat meltdown, but generally he's much more placid. On days when he goes to the nanny, he sleeps nearly every car ride. And lately even when he's awake he seems to manage to keep himself busy for decent stretches. This all breaks down on longer trips, such as last weekend's schlep to Wisconsin (that was a flashback to the bad old days). But more often than not, car rides are perfectly bearable. 

As ever, 

Gabe, Ash and Ez