Southpaw

Every night before bed, Jason and Dave have been playing catch. They sit on the ground facing each other, Dave rolls a green ball towards Jason, and Jason picks it up and flings it back at Dave. I sit behind Jason, both to offer encouragement and to prevent face plants.

Much to Mommy and Daddy's excitement, Jason's accuracy and strength are far superior when he throws with his LEFT hand! Not only that, but he also seems to favor his left hand when he's reaching for toys and smacking his animals.  It might be a little too soon to have Jason's future career all picked out, but his odds of making gazillions as a leftie pitcher for the Yankees are looking pretty good. 

(Just kidding. We are not wackadoo parents who will force Jason down a path that's not right for him. We want him to go wherever his internal compass points him... I'm just saying, if his internal compass points him towards professional baseball, his checks will be a lot bigger if he signs them with his left hand.)

Jason now requires both his Babci's blanket and his magical, musical seahorse when napping.

His current favorite toy. It's also the loudest thing he owns, what a great coincidence.

Enjoying a bedtime snack of his own feet.

Jason finally gave in and has been tolerating the occasional mashed banana.  He also discovered that he quite likes a nice helping of puréed pear.