Tuesday, September 24, 2013

09.24.13 - Tuesday

So you have a new fun toy. You discovered my hair in a braid yesterday, and each time we sat down to nurse you spent the entire time holding my braid--twirling it, stroking it, petting it. Apparently you've found your lovey.

Friday, September 20, 2013

09.20.13 - Friday

Tongue clicking. Such joy. And such intense conversations that one can have with the simple click of the tongue.

Perhaps we need to move to Africa.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

09.17.13 - Tuesday

So we went swimming today. You love the water. I put you in your little floaty-tube at first and you just floated around looking all serious at everything. But then I took you out so you could really reach the water and the splashing began. And did not stop. For about 30 minutes.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

09.07.13 - Saturday

You crawled today! For real crawling, not this scooting along the floor, picking up all the lint, army-crawling business.

And then you quit.

So I'm praying you're not planning on staying up all night to practice crawling in your crib. Because I'm not down with that.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

09.05.13- Thursday

OK, seriously, dude. You have got to quit with the waking up at 5am. Although, admittedly, you are proving to be a good incentive for me to get up and actually work out and do my devotions etc before I have to get the big girls up for school. But really, I would prefer that to be my quiet time--not my quiet time in which you are patting my face as I do sit-ups and eating my toes while I stretch.

Just saying. I love you. But you need to sleep in a little later.

Monday, September 2, 2013

09.02.13 - Labor Day

You and growling. 6:30 this morning I wake up to you growling at your blanket, your toes, Snoopy, and the world in general. Grrrr....grrrr....grrrr....You crack me up child.

Between that and the perpetual tongue between your teeth, you are a never ending source of amusement.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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.