year in review
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
It's been eleven months. Our helpless baby that could barely focus in January now is a rambunctious ball of energy that knows how to share things with his friends and can babble in complex sing-song streams with clear meaning.
He can walk, he can play peekaboo over a computer video link, and he can place objects in relation to other objects with care (if not precision).
And how he's grown. Even in the summer I could hold him on one fore-arm. Now I can manage to pick him up with one arm if he doesn't squirm, but he's always squirming. And grabbing. And reaching for things that he's got no business being able to reach. When standing on his toes he can see over counter-tops. He'll spot something on a table-top from a distance, circle the table and successfully grab it unseen.
It's bewildering to watch, it must be exhilarating for the kid himself.
All in all a fine year.