i have no idea where the days have gone. oh, to turn back time. i'd even relive those hard, difficult, dark three months. just to keep him little. small. needy. not quite so independent.
i'm still making his foods. i buy organic when i can. applesauce and prunes come from gerber. other than that, he likes cauliflower, edamame, aparagus, peaches, blueberries, blackberries, bananas, sweet potatoes, butternut squash. and even pineapple and watermelon. but he's only chewed on it. oh, and gerber yogurt bites. yum.o. the veggie of the week is spinach. we're going to see how he likes it.
he is taking between 6 and 8 ounces every 3 to 4 hours. he sleeps from 8 to 7. approximately. some nights are different. he still takes an afternoon nap between 3 and 5. it's just easier that way. otherwise, he is wayyyy too fussy at dinner.
he can help us, help him, get ready. he pulls his arms out of the sleeves and can put them in the sleeves. but he has to feel like helping. sometimes (most times) he would just rather try to roll over on his belly as opposed to having his diaper changed. but he still loves to have lotion rubbed on him. he squeals and closes his eyes and grits his teeth with excitement. it's pretty cute.
he loves to sit in his highchair and watch us eat dinner. he loves to eat necklaces. loves to read books early in the morning. loves to watch the very lonely firefly finally find his other firefly friends as they all light up. loves to play patty cake. his favorite part is when you "throw them in the pan". he laughs hysterically.
he is his fathers child in that he would prefer to spend all day outside. or at least in a place he's never been. he loves the bright lights of a grocery store. loves to watch people in restaurants.
he is getting much better about letting us rock him to sleep. or just lay with him to sleep. he still sucks on his two middle fingers when he's a. hungry or b. tired.
he naps every two hours. approximately.
he will be crawling within a few weeks, i think. he's up on his hands and knees. rocking back and forth. he just can't seem to figure out how he's supposed to move once he gets there. he sits up all by himself remarkably well.
he mumbles, "mamamama", "dada" and "kit" (as in kitty). but i'm not silly enough to think he knows what he is saying. it's all just mocking what we do. and those are the things we most frequently say to him. well, except for the "kit" part. he pretty much called the cat out the other day. and he recognized the one in "the very lonely firefly".
however...i must say this. i think we underestimate what kids know and what they understand. just because he can't communicate with words doesn't mean that he doesn't understand. i didn't realize that until recently. i guess it takes having your own child to realize that. it's sad, really. i mean, i know he has so much to say...and yet, he just can't get it out with words. i guess that's all the more reason to continue signing to him.
he still sleeps to lullabies. and wakes with a smile on his face. he loves to be held while you make his bottle.
he likes to help get his arms out of the carseat. not so much help put them in it. if he could, he would burn his carseat. he hates it that much.
he LOVES water. and spends his entire bathtime, trying to grab the stream of running water. i tried to explain the difference between solids and liquids to him the other night...but i'm not convinced he understood. we're going to teach him to swim this summer at the lake. the condo has a pool. so we'll try there.
he loves his daddy. and begins to squeal with delight when he sees him.
my most favorite thing he is doing right now is this. when you hold him in your lap, periodically, he will bend his little head back, with those big eyes of his...and look right directly into your eyes. and he'll smile. then he will bend his head forward again. ten seconds will pass, and he'll do it again. bend back and look at you.
tears come to my eyes every single time he does it.
he is 30 inches long which is off the chart. weird, yes. bizarre, yes. is it possible that we got the wrong kid at the hospital? yes. i mean, we're not tall. and i don't know where this is coming from. one day it just has to catch up with him. he almost weights 18 pounds. skinny little fella.
he is the light of my life. and as poptart said, he is perfect. and i'm never allowed to complain about him.
well, poptart. just wait until he's a few years older. and bad. and throwing things. objects...and fits. then you can tell me that he's perfect :)
here are his eight month pictures.
and here are a few pictures i got outside.
this is his "i'm an 85 year old man and i'm fake laughing" face.
just checking things out in the backyard.
these crocs taste like blueberries, mom.
his first time to eat dirt and pinestraw. total boy. total.total.boy.
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This whole post makes me very happy. Oh how they grow...
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