Cooper is picking up speed, I swear it.
He's starting to let go of things while standing. This sounds like a bizarre statement, but it represents something interesting. For a few weeks, he's been clinging to things with a death grip- and almost never falling down. Now he's falling down again all the time. Matt and I have discussed this, and now take this to mean that he has discovered the idea of standing up without help, and practicing this skill isn't a peaceful or comfortable endeavor. Just today he fell hard enough to give himself a bloody, fat lip on one of his giant beavery front teeth... sigh... being a baby is hard, physical work.
He's also getting two more teeth. Top and bottom right, which is an odd combination. Normally they are horizontally paired, not vertically. The teeth should be through the gums in about two more days by my reckoning. He's being a good sport about it.
Cooper's pincher grip (picking up tiny stuff with thumb and first finger) is getting skilled. He's an expert cheerio grabber and has surgical precision for grabbing lint and dog hair. Eww.
And the walking. Oh man. He's getting so good with that laundry basket. And now when we help by holding his hands, instead of letting us steer him around the house, he tries to go in the direction of his choosing. Cute. Intimidating.
Da da! Da da! Yup.
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