Six Months and One Day.

Elijah Jason turned six months old yesterday.

Today, we celebrated by getting his six month immunizations. That was a blast, let me tell you! Watching your kid go from happy happy joy joy to not-so-happy scream scream instantly is no fun at all.

Especially because the nurse asks you to hold his head and hands. So he's looking right into your soul when his thighs get stabbed by the needles.

All you can do is say, "I'm sorry buddy, you're going to be fine," and then wait until he comes to you with his own children and tells you how much immunizations suck. He was a bit tired too, so that didn't help. The only way to get him to stop complaining was to swing him in his car seat. Which I did. Until my arm cramped and the receptionist got off the phone to schedule his next visit.

I can't think of a better way to celebrate a half-birthday plus one day. Except being a little sarcastic because I don't like watching my kid get hurt.

He's right on track, by the way. The doctor said that anyone who can sit up that well at six months is going to do well. And of course I had to have him sit up, to show off his impressive skills to the doctor.

I recall saying something about him being fluent in English, Hebrew, and Greek by kindergarten in a previous post. I assumed that all the NT Wright and John Crossan I read and listened to would maybe rub off on him a bit. It seems that I might be off by a few disciplines.

Elijah seems to have discovered what I like to call the "PlayBlanket Wormhole". I don't know that he knows he's discovered it yet, but the principles are fundamentally sound, and I would not be surprised if he catches on fairly soon. Yeah, I know. Historical Biblical Studies and Theoretical Physics. I don't think those are even on the same sides of the campus, let alone near each other at Barnes & Noble. Maybe Shan was secretly reading Stephen Hawking and never told me?

A "PlayBlanket Wormhole" exists in the fabric of the Play-Blanket continuum, and can be manipulated to bring two points of the blanket together.

Elijah sometimes plays on his stomach on the Play Blanket. Eventually, a toy or other knickknack that he is drooling on will roll away from him, out of his reach. He will fuss over it for a bit, but usually, in the course of his fussing and reaching for the toy, his hands will instead grasp the Play Blanket, and pull it in. This, of course, brings the toy back within reach, and Elijah can go about his day with no further issues. So even though it may not be intentional, my son has hit upon one of the great theoretical ideas of his time, and he's only six months old.

I'll bet Einstein never did that as a baby. He worked at the patent office for crying out loud.


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