Oh my goodness! Look at you! You just can't wait to grow up, can you? This week mommy taught you how to hold your spoon and feed yourself your new chunky baby food. You haven't quite honed your new craft as well as your mom...you eat most like your dad right now...except a little more clean than he does. Suffice to say, our kitten (aka: the Cat from Hell) has acquired a taste for strained peas and beef (not to mention feet). So anything that you fling around while perfecting your new craft will be cleaned off the floor before mom can get to it.
But, your new table manners (or lack thereof) were not the only thing you developed this week. This week, you invented the "Craugh." Now, you might be wondering how your mom and I are going to teach you English if we go around inventing words like "craugh"..but we promise you we won't steer you wrong. Let us educate you, oh child. "Craugh" is the Cry-Laugh. Whenever you injure yourself, mom and dad make it a point to show you that we understand by reenacting the way in which you injured yourself (i.e. you hit your head on a table, so mom held you and then hit her head with her hand...much to the pleasure of dad - oh, how cathartic - and then said "BONK!") Even though you were hysterically crying, the site of your mother getting bonked in the head drove you to a hearty laugh. Note that you did not STOP crying...you just started laughing. And with that, our little baby invented the "Craugh"
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