Fine tuning the fine motor skills

Ezra is a very strong baby. He already has the strength to pull down a heavy floor lamp with ceramic glass shade (sorry, Grandma... we'll buy you a new one). When he wants freedom from Mommy's arms, he pushes off with enough force to knock me over. He can pull his heavy little frame up to standing as if he weighed nothing at all. The kid is all buffness. A bull in a china shop. My sumo baby. The brawny strength moves come naturally to the kid, so it's with great enjoyment that I watch Ezra hone his fine motor skills. More than anything, I am proud of his determination to get that little bit of bao-bao (bread).

I live for these moments.