Poor little Soren. He seems to have inherited my sensitive skin. This weekend he broke out in a full-body rash, most plausibly from some cumulative reaction to the (supposedly baby-friendly) laundry detergent, since the area covered by his diaper is mostly unaffected. The constant weather changes over the past few weeks can't be helping either. Even where his skin is not rashy, it is super dry. I've started giving him little olive oil massages every morning, which seems to help for a little while at least. Monday we went to Whole Foods in search of some all-natural hippie detergent; he shrieked gleefully all through the store while we were there (ah yes, I've become that mom, with that kid...huzzah).
His forays into the world of solid food have been going well. Last week was pureed peas from a jar. This week he's working his way through an ice cube tray full of frozen pureed butternut squash that Tom made. He's very interested in trying to grab the spoon and feed himself, though there always comes a point where all he wants is to just go right for the bowl and skip the middle man. I've been doing the "more" sign with him before every spoonful, and "all done" when he seems to have had enough, so hopefully he'll pick up on those eventually.
On the signing front, he's kind of stopped doing the diaper change one for the most part, which is apparently a pretty common thing to happen when babies are busy concentrating on learning how to crawl and walk. However, if he seems fussy and probably wet, and Tom or I do the diaper change sign to him, he gets a huge grin on his face and settles down. Same with the milk sign, when he's fussing and squirming and seems hungry. It's possible of course that it's coincidence - he's just reacting to the interaction and not the actual sign - but I think it's definitely conceivable that he understands what we're trying to communicate.
As for the large motor skills on which he's concentrating so much, he's definitely close to crawling. He gets up on his hands and knees a lot now, and can actually scoot himself backwards a bit. He sometimes can make his way forward just a little, but he hasn't quite figured out how to do it consistently. Soon, though. Very soon.
I got some parenting criticism from a biker today. That was interesting. We were strolling to the bank a little before noon, so the sun was pretty high in the sky. Soren had his sunglasses on, since the new stroller doesn't really have much in the way of a shade, but he kept pulling them down every few blocks. He had just pulled them down as we were getting ready to cross the street, and as we passed this guy on his motorcycle, I heard him saying "Geez...of course she's got the poor kid heading right into the sun..." like I'm some sort of evil parent for not stopping in the middle of the road to fix his sunglasses. I turned my head and gave him a bit of a stink-eye. Tom knows better than anyone how much I obsess about the boy having too much direct sun in his face; it's not as though I have wanton disregard for his comfort. He does have eyelids though. I'm sure once he pulled his sunglasses down (his choice, by the way!) he closed his eyes. And the moment we got to the other side of the street, I turned him away from the sun and fixed his glasses. So there, meddling biker man. Why you gotta be so judgy?
I think that's about all the news that's fit to print. More again soon, of course.