So, nearly half a year has gone by and unbelievably quickly at that. Zubin has gone from a skinny little survival-specialist to a smirky, bouncy, happy little punk.His personality is showing more and more and he becomes more decisive as his preferences develop. He is growing more and more dissatisfied with his immobility and is taking it on himself to improve his situation through a regimen of crunches and rollovers. He also dislikes the fact that he has to sleep at all (takes after Dad) and is caught off-guard by his nightly power failure. He has become expert at eating solid foods quicker than I thought he would (especially considering that baby food is pretty bland and we are giving him the all natural “Organic Harvest” stuff to boot. Bleh.). Where initially he had trouble coordinating mouth, tongue and jaw, he now has got the trio working together making eating more satisfying than before. His solution-oriented nature and adaptability makes me wonder how we would do with no context for failure. No understanding of relative progress, just absolute progress. An unlimited and instinctual appetite for rehearsing completely foreign procedures such as eating with a spoon (a rather baroque technique compared to the intuitive elegance of a breast).

We will keep you apprised of his new moves as Zubin goes into his second semester.