08.27.13 - Tuesday

My dear boy, I went down to the laundry room to throw in your laundry. I left you safely ensconsed in teh middle of the living room floor. When I came back two minutes later you were completely under the table in your quest of a balloon. How you managed to yourself under thet able which involves army-crawling over the legs of the chairs, I'm not really sure. But as it kept you in a happy pursuit for about 30 minutes, I left you to it.

You're going to be difficult to keep up with, I predict.

08.24.13 - Saturday

In the past month, you've added two more teeth, are combination army crawl/rolling all over the house, and are determined to crawl. You've figured out the position but can't quite get the hands and knees to coordinate movement. Your toes are one of the most fascinating objects of play, second only to your tongue.

07.11.13 - Thursday

It had been a rough day. You were very clingy, not eating well, probably teething. Not wanting to sleep. Sleeping only a short time when you did go to sleep, and just generally a lot of work.

You and I sat down to cuddle and nurse as you were to (theoretically) go to sleep. You, finally, started nursing. All of the sudden you popped off and inwardly I groaned--not again. But you looked at me, reached up with your chubby little fingers, gently stroked my face, flashed me a grin, and buried yourself back in your milk, absentmindedly stroking my skin with your free hand.

And my heart melted.

07.08.13 - Monday

Happy five months my little man.

You have changed so much in these past five months; I can't believe you're this old.

You are now rolling over front to back and back to front, and refusing to stay anywhere you are put. You are squirming your feet up underneath you--determined to figure this crawling thing out as fast as possible, apparently.

You have two teeth and are apparently working on a third and maybe a fourth.

You smile and laugh and giggle at the world.

Music makes you stop everything and stare in wonder.

You are a chatterbox who frequently wakes me up first thing in the morning by patting my face and jabbering to me. For an hour (it's a good thing you're adorable because my morning quiet time is sacred normally).

You're still very bald looking, but if I run my hands over your little head, I can distinctly feel fuzz forming--possibly blonde?

And your beautiful eyes--from that muddy brown when you were first born to a brilliant blue--more blue than your sister's eyes if that is at all possible.

I love you from your fuzzy head to your chubby arms and even chubbier legs and tootsie-roll toes.

Happy 5.

07.07.13 - Sunday

You saw the doctor on Friday. 17lbs 3 oz! Yes, you're huge. And very healthy, so that's all good. Except for the teeth coming in, keeping you from sleeping part. That part's not so healthy, but hopefully that will clear up soon...ish...

07.04.13 - Thursday - Fourth of July

It's your first fourth of July little man.

We're spending the day at the Lake.

This morning you and big sister posed for pictures. You tried to eat Doggie. Please refrain from continuing down this path; it's a sure way to get on her bad side!

07.03.13 - Wednesday

You've discovered your toes this week. Sitting in your Bumbo while we were eating dinner, you were bending over as far as you could reach, try to grab at your feet. As you had on little shoes, I took one off so you could actually see your little toes. This seemed to entice you even more to snag at those wriggling little things.

Needless to say, all the girls were highly entertained. I just can't help but wonder how long it's going to take you to get them in your mouth!