He had been attempting to feed himself lately. Whenever he failed to put the food into his mouth, he would deem the food as inedible, look at it with discrimination and fling it away like it was rubbish.
He had also been exhibiting his mighty force by wrestling with a firm grip on the drinking cup. I thought according to Newton’s second law, F = ma. How did someone of so little mass produce so much force?
He had always known how to shake his head to reject us. This round, he applied head shaking to inform us that he still had food in his mouth and was not ready for the next spoonful. If it was something that he wanted to eat, he would tug our sleeves or arms.
At 9.5 months, he was happy to bite off directly instead of waiting for us to peel into small morsels for ease of consumption.
Lastly, on a non-eating related activity, he fell off Z’s bed as he lunged around freely as he was grabbing everything in sight. Life’s second thud.