>Part of me is appalled that two weeks have passed and I haven’t posted anything; but, another part of me is appalled that I feel compelled to detail the minutiae of Eames’s constantly evolving world. He seems to be changing every day. He looks at things differently, discusses them earnestly, and continues to grow and grow and grow. However, I also know that I’m probably the only one interested in the amount of drool that comes out of this kid or the new sound that he’s obsessed with.
So, when he discovered his hand, I kept quiet even though watching him stare at his hand as he slowly turned it and inspected it from different angles before finally deciding that, yes, this too belonged in his mouth was the better part of my day for a solid week. In fact, everything at this point belongs in his mouth, so when he recently discovered that, like the hands that grace the ends of his arms, he has feet on the ends of his legs, I was curious to see what he would do given the my particular genetic limitation.