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May, 2007

Next Stop, Tantrum Town

Murrow’s figured out that if he raises his arms up and squeezes his shoulders together, it makes it very difficult for us to pick him up. It also makes it very easy to drop him if we’ve already lifted him off the ground. It hasn’t happened yet, but it’s just a matter of time. It goes along nicely with the “I-wanna-be-on-the-ground” uber-squirm he must have picked up from the cat.

Killer Blades of Grass

The other day, the three of us were hanging out at Liam’s house and decided to join him on the lawn. Big mistake. Murrow was TERRIFIED of it. Something about the grass on his bare feet and hands just made him screech and cling to us for dear life, all the while eyeing it with great suspicion. We’ve subsequently tried to reintroduce Murrow to this scary environment, and every time he seems to take to it a little bit more. But he still has his doubts, and refuses to move very far from us.

His First Word – Kinda

Murrow has a new game, he gets a bit of food (preferably goldfish cracker crumbs) then puts his lips together and blows … covering Momma and Poppa with a gooey spray. The funny thing is that he seems to understand the word for “spit” now, blowing whatever he has in his mouth at us whenever we say it.

Why couldn’t he understand, “eat”, “go back to sleep”, or “get Momma her special juice”?