Scott got pretty much through his dinner when Max decided that he had tried out the new high chair long enough and started whimpering. Finally, Scott gave in and put his son in the crook of his arm. "We eat meals like this all the time," Katy said. Max can be good as gold, but when the food is on the table and the parents sit down, he makes his wants known.
I finished, so Scott gave the baby to me and we walked around the house, trying the look-out-the-window trick. Well, this time it just wasn't doing the trick.
So the parents debated back and forth on the time of the last bottle.
"He's hungry, feed him," I said. Katy got the bottle ready and sat in the chair, giving Max his supper.
Bonnie and I helped clear the table. Scott filled the dishwasher while Bonnie and I sat on the sofa watching Max drift off to sleep. He would have, too, but Katy decided she needed a burp out of him.
Well, that woke him up. He went from very sleepy to, "Hey, you're all still here," and instantly woke up smiling and ready to play.
What a guy.
Katy put him on his quilt on the carpet, and Max rock 'n rolled and played like the happy baby he usually is.
While enjoying Scott's delicious dessert, Bonnie and I were captivated by our grandson's maneuvers, those coy looks he gives us and the funny faces and funny sounds he emits. He's using his favorite little ball now to do leg squashes. He is so close to crawling. He gets those legs pumping while lying on his tummy and uses his arms to push up and gaze around. Soon he will figure out if he moves his arms, his legs will follow, and off he will go.