Miles hit another big Miles-stone™ this week. Almost as though a switch inside of him flipped , he woke up one morning and was suddenly pointing at EVERYTHING. Pictures, light bulbs (always a favorite), cars, me…he’s just a pointing machine.
He’s even turned it into a game (beyond the “I’ll just point at a thing and delight as daddy carries me over to it” game). When he points at me, we’ll make eye contact and he’ll keep his finger raised. I’ll, in turn, point at him, and he’ll grin as I step closer and closer. Eventually, our fingers come together and Miles giggles, then quickly recoils his hand. I call this game “The Creation of Adam.”
