Yesterday we gave Izzy black beans for the first time. (No, I didn't cook them up myself -- they're canned, but at least they're organic.) He enjoys them, and I enjoy watching him pick up the little beans with his careful pincer grasp. He pops them in his mouth in a way that strikes me as very cute. It's also developmentally exciting.
Just three weeks ago he wasn't very good at picking up food with his thumb and forefinger. When he did get ahold of a chunk of banana or whatever, it would slip past his pincer grasp into the palm of his hand, sometimes reappearing between his knuckles like he was performing a magic trick. And some foods he wouldn't put in his mouth even if he did get a good grasp on them, mostly hard foods like Cheerios or crackers. Oh, he picked up other tiny objects and put them in his mouth with no problem. Pine needles, yes. A single hair yanked from Mama's head, sure. Blades of grass, lint, leaves ... just not food.
He still drops a lot, of course. Often when a bean slips from his grasp he will seek it out in his lap, and he'll pluck it up again. But tonight he was wearing overalls, and this gave him some trouble -- beans kept falling down the front of the overalls, and he couldn't figure out where they were going. He looked in his lap and on the seat of his chair, but the beans had simply vanished. (No reappearing between the knuckles here.) I don't think he spent a lot of time worrying about it, but he did notice that they were gone.
When Craig took him out of the high chair after dinner he gave Isaac a little shake, and at least three beans fell out of his pants legs.
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