
He's a pretty sweet little boy. He still twirls his feet and big toes simultaneously when he sits on the floor or gets excited about something. He loves Baby Einstein - yes, I sit him in front of the TV sometimes - and looking through books. His favorite toys are nesting cups and he loves to wrestle. He still tries to bite my face every now and then, but I still believe he's just trying to give me a kiss. He laughs at Porter more than anyone else and loves eating ice cream with a passion. The worst tantrum he ever threw was after I ran out of dessert to share one night. He sleeps in bed with me almost every morning from 5:30 to 7:00 and he would rather play with SOMEONE than SOMETHING any day. He keeps me from getting anything at all done when he's awake unless I let him empty out a cupboard, but he still takes two naps, so that's alright. He loves his blanket and started taking a binki again recently after having wanted nothing to do with it 4 months ago. Not sure if it was good to let him have it at this point, but it's nice to have for those naps! He's super ticklish and still laughs when you reach under his arms to take his shirt off or when you wipe the creases above his thighs during a diaper change. He loves the Eensy Weensy Spider and can crawl at lightning speeds, although he prefers to have someone hold his hands so that he can walk. He has a light brown patch on the right side of his stomach about the size of a silver dollar called a Cafe Ole patch. I can't hold him without kissing his cheeks. I still swaddle him in his blanket when I rock him to sleep. I'm just really in no hurry for this one to grow up too soon. It's not like they get tidier as they get older anyway.










