Mirror Mirror

Up until these pictures whenever Gabe saw himself in the mirror he'd follow a very set pattern. He'd look confused for a moment, smile, and then turn his head away bashfully. On my birthday this past Thursday when I showed him the mirror he reacted differently. This time he reached out to it, and felt his hands against the mirror. He then leaned over close with his face and stuck out his tongue. When his image did the same action he beamed and looked up at me as if for confirmation that it was safe, and then proceeded to keep making faces and touching the mirror. Michelle was fast enough that she managed to grab the camera and get back to capture these images of the event.


While I don't think that Gabe understands that it is himself in the mirror, I do know that he hasn't been treating his image in the mirror the same since then. He does seem to understand that the little boy in the mirror will mimic his actions and he seems to enjoy that.

Gabe's Garden

I've been planning to make a garden and play-space for Gabe in the front yard. Chris helped me gather the rocks from around the yard, and today the ground was soft enough for digging. Also today, our neighbor Shannon, who has just turned 13, helped me to stack the rocks. And viola! It's starting to look like a proper garden.

This is the view from our front door.

(This was posted by Michelle, actually, who keeps forgetting to log in as herself when using Chris' computer.)

Cheerios!

This weekend Gabe started getting Cherrios into his mouth on his own. The look of joy on his face when he'd get one in his mouth was priceless. While I wouldn't call the process nimble, the very fact that he can manage at all impresses me to no end.

Daddy Time

Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma?

After his bath last night, Gabe addressed me by name! And again, in the middle of the night, and again when he woke up this morning. "Ma" is his new favorite syllable. I am smitten!

Soap Nazi

Getting a sharp image with a hand-held camera in a dim bathroom is pretty much impossible, but the painterly soft edges and yellow glow appeal to me so much more than the zombie-colored flesh illuminated by a flash.

Gabe loves bath-time. He now splashes and reaches for any toy or object in sight. He particularly likes the overflow drain, because of the interesting sounds it makes, and this recycled deli container. However, I think Gabe is as yet unclear on the difference between soup, and soap.

Six Months and Change