It's been interesting to observe The Boy's coordination over the years. Interestingly enough, fine motor skills came pretty quickly, to the point where I'm sure he could start cracking safes if The Wife would let me get some lock picks. (Stupid choking hazards interfering with me being a criminal mastermind.)
What's tricky for him are the bigger muscles. Walking took a while, and now the challenge is throwing things. It took him a long time just to grasp the concept, since it involves letting go of something, but even after that hurdle there's no way to determine where something will go flying to when it leaves his hand. It's made for some interesting (and painful) games of catch.
His latest thing is throwing something up in the air. He's gotten quite good at it, hitting his own head with an 80% success rating. It's funny when it's small stuff, like crayons or Legos, but every now and then he'll throw something with some heft to it and then it's no longer amusing... at least for him.
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I've sometimes been the target of those throws. You can generally see me ducking and hear me shrieking "no, Simon, no!" since there is usually quite a bit of heft behind them.
Granny Moo
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