Feet up!

My parents don’t let me climb on the coffee table anymore, citing ridiculous safety concerns. Thus, I have to trick them into believing that I don’t climb on the coffee table, while – in fact – I do climb on the coffee table. Here are a few pictures showing that I still do whatever I want despite all sort of interdictions.

Now that we started talking about getting my feet off the ground, I will remind you that I can raise my feet up while I support my body weight with my hands. Here is a new set of pictures showing that I can raise my feet way higher than I was able to. It’s all about repeating the same thing over and over again until you become an expert.

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Stuff I do on high chair

The high chair is a very important thing in my life right now. Besides sitting on it while eating, I also use it for entertainment. Whenever I want to have fun on the high chair, I have to ask my parents to move it on the carpet (they wouldn’t let me play with it on the kitchen tiles). I express my intent by saying “high chair” while pointing at it, then saying “carpet” while pointing toward the living room. That’s pretty much everything I have to do and the high chair gets moved on the carpet and lowered so I can climb on it. The pictures below are supposed to show you how I spend my time on the high chair after that.

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I say “high chair”

I started saying “high chair” a long time ago and I pronounce it like ‘hai che’. I definitely know what the expression means: if anybody asks me where the high chair is, I point into the right direction. I even go to the high chair to eat my meals every time mommy or daddy ask. Usually I need help to get on the high chair because it is quite tall for me. But my high chair can be lowered, so I can actually climb in it myself. Since I have already established a reputation as a climber, I have the feeling that the pictures below will not surprise anybody.

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I say “done”

Scooping the food was out of the scope of the first tutorial on how to use a spoon. Well, it’s time to fill in that gap and show you that scooping the food is not that difficult after all (see the first three pictures below). I’ve been practicing for quite a while now and I think I got it. Including the delivery of food (in this case egg with avocado) to the mouth, which also took an interesting turn of the spoon. I was literally turning the spoon upside down before putting it into my mouth and my bib used to collect a lot of the food that was not sticking to the spoon.

I also noticed that my parents fulfill my orders while I am eating. I can request cheese or – as shown in the fourth picture – something to drink. Needless to say that I got water within seconds. There is something else I learned in the last few days. When full after a good meal, I used to become a little impatient and refused to eat anymore. In these conditions my parents would ask me “Are you done?”, so I figured that I can tell them myself “Done” when I was done eating. While saying “Done” I also push the tray away from me to signal that I want out of the high-chair (see the fifth picture).

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French toast

I don’t like eggs. Here, I said it. No matter how much my parents try, I refuse to eat them. I haven’t seen mommy putting eggs into my soups, but I heard rummors: if the rummors turn out to be true, I will refuse to eat soups. My daddy makes french toast for me every Saturday and Sunday: they look very suspicious, but I eat them as long as I have no idea how they are made. Well, I only eat less than half before I start playing with the rest.

My thumb went right through the toast Daddy, do you want some french toast? That's my daddy! I can squish french toast with one finger... ... or in my fist

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How to clap

More than a week ago (on July 2nd) I surprised my parents by clapping and I clapped several times. By the time daddy decided to get his camera to take a few photos of me I didn’t feel like clapping anymore. The same thing happened a few more times during the week, but today he finally had his camera ready for me. The pictures below constitute a tutorial for babies who don’t know how to clap (and for people who need a refreshment training in clapping).

Start by putting your hands together, ... ... then pull them apart You can make noise when you put the hands back together The more you pull the hands apart... ... the louder the noise that you make

I must emphasize that you make noise only when your hands hit each other. You have to do everything all over again every time you miss.

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