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Character
Update on the Coconut:
Erita is seven and half months old, full
of vigor and very vivacious, and is developing a personality that ought
to take her far and away.
The Coconut is simply not a cry baby, is
able to keep herself amused, takes to new faces without fuss, and adapt
to new experiences without drama. She is just a bundle of absolute
energy, and pure go-go-go.
Erita is also very curious. Yesterday
she stared at me intently as I downed a cup of plum juice. Seeing her
big eyes intensity, I figured I ought to give her a taste of the elixir
from the wilds of China. I placed the cup on the floor away from her on
the other side of myself, and delivered to her a tea spoonful of the
magic liquid. She took a careful sip, then another. All of a sudden, as
in without a hint of warm up, she surged forth, like a little battle
tank in onslaught mode, rapidly crawled towards the cup on the other
side of me, off her direct line of sight.
Ah, the wonders. |
One more anecdote.
My wife and I were entertaining a pair
of friends and their daughter who is 3 hours older than our Coconut. The
nanny was in the kitchen busying with something or other, my wife was
placing edibles on the table, my friend and I were engrossed in
discussion on some schema and construct, and his wife was on the floor
mat feeding their baby with a bottle.
Suddenly, a squeal of delight from Erita
against a yelp of alarm from her little friend’s mom. We look, and there
she is, the Coconut grabbing for the other baby’s bottle, again in
onslaught mode, as in Death Match Tournament, Last Person Crawling. |
Oh, what the heck, another story.
The Coconut now prefers to be standing,
but needs to be held by both hands. She seems to think that whenever she
is standing, and if the music machine is going, she is supposed to sway
and gyrate, like her daddy, to the tune of music from anywhere in the
world. I fear she may later do same in public, and would be delighted if
she does. |
Yes, Erita’s crest ring, size 7, has
been fabricated, out of platinum, carved with the helmet and glove, and
inscribed with “Tout Ou Rien”. Her daddy is simply planning for the
longer term.
Ok, enough on the Coconut, onward to
Death Match and to be the Last. |
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