Well look who’s on time this week! Happy 24 weeks to my Mister Man!
He’s growing so quickly. I remember when we put the toy bar on his car seat and celebrated when he first hit one. Now he grabs them and pulls so he can see it bounce. He uses both hands to grab at whatever he can get his hands on. And you have to be quick to prevent it, otherwise he’s going to have a hand full of your french fries before you know what happened. And hopefully that’s all he gets.
He’s rolling over very easily now. His new trick to avoid naps is to roll onto his stomach immediately upon getting laid down. And he’s started to get mildly mobile by rolling. One thing he likes more than rolling, though, is sitting. He LOVES sitting. I still keep the boppy around him while he’s sitting, but he only uses it when he tries to look behind him and falls backward. He falls forward or to the side very rarely anymore. Unless, of course, it’s when he manages to move forward a couple feet the ONE moment he’s left by himself for two seconds, then he falls forward against the coffee table. Poor baby. But he’s decided that launching himself forward is awesome, especially in the bathtub. One minute he’s sitting, the next he’s launched himself up and over. Don’t worry, no injuries yet.
Sweet potatoes have been a giant success so far, so on Sunday he moved on to peas. He isn’t quite so much of a fan with peas, but he’s tolerating them. He’s also moved up to eating twice a day, once before I head to work and once in the evening. Justin teased me quite a lot for videotaping (is that still the word when there’s no tape involved anymore?) his first experiences with rice and sweet potatoes, so I just had him take pictures this time. Even after all his teasing of me, he took a TON of pictures. I’ve included the choicest below.
His personality is shining through more and more. He’s mostly a ham, grinning, shrieking, and giggling for whomever will listen. He does have a temper, though, which is rearing its ugly little head. His temper tantrum consists of growling. If I let it go on too long, then he’ll eventually start fussing, but mostly he just growls. He’s getting much more choosy about where he is and what he’s doing. If he’s left in another room, like if I leave him in the living room while I start dinner, pretty soon he’ll realize he’s alone and starts growling. He also gets bored with the same position for more than fifteen minutes or so, depending on his mood. I just rotate him among his toys. He spends a little time on the floor with some toys, then the swing, then the high chair, then the play pen, then back to the floor. Sometimes he sits on my lap for awhile, but I’ve had to cut down on that because I swear his arms are three feet long. It doesn’t matter how far I think I’ve put something, he manages to find it. Today he managed to find a cough drop. I haven’t had a cold since Christmas, where in the heck did he find a cough drop?! His favorite is pens, though. He loves pens, but I keep seeing him with a big ink stain around his mouth, so I’m trying to keep them away from him. Today he lost access to his Prince Lionheart seat (looks like a Bumbo) because he started to arch his back and nearly tumbled backward out of it. But since he’s sitting on his own, he’s pretty happy in the high chair anyway and hadn’t been enjoying the seat as much. Sometimes I get to thinking about how quickly he outgrows things and I start to wonder if they were worth the money. Then I remember just how much he enjoyed them, even if it was for a brief period, and I realize I’d buy them many times over again, just to see that grin.
I really hope he’s a good kid, because I’m going to be TERRIBLE at saying no to him. I’m so lucky my sisters are good kids, because I can’t even say no to them, so I KNOW I stand no chance with him. I don’t exactly have a good track record with being firm with him yet, as evidenced by bedtime around here.
And, pictures! Pay attention to Laika cleaning the floor around Mitchell during breakfast this morning. She may discover she likes him after all!