"BE VEWY, VEWY QUIET...I AM HUNTING ANIMAL QWAKERS..."
If it wasn't so darn funny, it would be quite disturbing -- the intensity with which Bauer fixates on the "low-hanging fruits" of the highchair and Exersaucer. He waits so patiently and intently, it's like the primal, ancestral hunting skills are summoned from deep in his domesticated bowels. Cesar would not approve. We tell Bauer that we're going to call for a Pack Leader consultation, but he knows we're bluffing. There's no doubt that we have created this monster. Well, to be fair, Riley encourages it as well. Most of the cereal and crackers I give her are promptly tossed on the floor to lure the wild beast forward.
The good news on the Animal Cracker front is that she actually picked one up herself and put it in her mouth for the first time yesterday to help soothe her gums. I was pretty excited. It's not that I don't love holding the crackers for half an hour at a time while she chews them, it's just that unless we find her a wealthy toddler Baron, the grape-feeding servant life may just not be realistic and some manual dexterity might come in handy.
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