Omari is growing up into a growly lion. He relishes gruff, low voice exercises any time of day--when in doubt, growl about it. His favorite word: "Ma-maa-ma-maaa" and does he know it really goes to me, or is it his expression of all desire, need, want and depths of emotion? His favorite actions: free-fall hitting with his whole arm, usually on himself, and biting and devouring--pacifiers, paper, shoulders, blocks. He suffered his first week of daily "meals." Rice, oatmeal, peach, whey, yogurt, avacado, egg yolk--it all goes down a teeny-tiny bite at a time with a grimace; however, he seems to be almost agreeable to the creamy, warm egg yolk and drinks his Juice Plus from a dropper like any hungry baby bird.
He can now sit at the big table and throw toys off the side!
He even proved his infant patience by hanging out with us at Port City Java for an hour and more, watching people and listening to the grindings and bangings behind the coffee counter.
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