He's walking! Okay, so not on his own, yet. He walks behind push toys or anything else he can move across the floor, like the garbage can. He did it for the first time on November 12. He can walk with one of us holding onto one of his hands. He crawls in a hilarious way now, especially if he is holding something. He has one knee on the ground, one foot on the ground, and one hand on the ground. Then he drags himself across the floor. He looks crazy doing it.
He says mama, more milk, nana (banana) and uh-oh. He waves goodbye. He gives high fives. He claps his hands. Whenever he is doing anything, he looks around to make sure he has the full attention of the room. If he doesn't, he lets you know about it.
He is still giving the best kisses in the world. He does it without me asking, now, just slobbering all over my face.
When we pull up to the building where we have our ECFE class, he starts grunting with joy. He knows what's coming. He could care less when I leave the room for my parent class. All of the other kids are crying, and I glance back at Christopher and see him chewing on a block, looking a bit bewildered. I am sure he is wondering what all the fuss is about.
He and Clare play together, and it is the best thing in the world. They both love playing outside, even this time of year. I hope that is something they can do together for years to come.
He has started using a fork. I just remembered a few weeks ago that he should probably start learning how to use one. The poor, neglected second child. With Clare, I was obsessed with every milestone. With Christopher, it is more like...wait, what should he be doing now?
I am just kidding about him being neglected, of course. He is so loved. If anything, I do too much for him, because I can't resist that smile, or those snuggles, or those bright eyes. There is just something about baby boys. He's got me wrapped right around his finger.
.JPG) |
| Still a bit confused about the snow. |
.JPG) |
| Handsome lunch date. |
.JPG) |
| Learning how to use a utensil. He needs some more practice. |
.JPG) |
| In awe of the fish at the Minnesota Zoo. |
.JPG) |
| A typical scene in our house. |
It's so funny. I was just over on Willikat leaving a comment about how little boys are different than girls and how she's in for a treat. Boys just do things differently and at different times than girls. It's been an interesting discovery!
ReplyDeleteI am so thrilled to have one of each--truly--but it is a little bit of a transition to think about adding a boy to the family. Every mom I know seems to say this about their boys. I'm still in a bit of a stage of: 1. Holy Hannah, what did I get myself into? 2. I know I have the love in my heart, but different is a little scary 3. How can it possibly be better than the love of my little mini-me?
ReplyDeleteBut man, your two boys make it very appealing. :)
I hear you loud & clear on this post and was smiling in agreement to all of this: "If anything, I do too much for him, because I can't resist that smile, or those snuggles, or those bright eyes. There is just something about baby boys. He's got me wrapped right around his finger." Yes, yes, yes.
ReplyDelete