As I try to write this you are squirming out of my arms to get at the laptop. The buttons on the computer fascinate you and the mouse is your personal nemesis. You are always almost catching him and then daddy or I move him right before you pounce. At the moment we're helping him outwit you, but judging from the speed at which you grabbed my glasses this morning I don't think we'll be able to keep the two of you apart much longer.
From the moment you wake up in the morning you are constantly looking for new things to learn about. You reach for everything, and when you get it it goes straight into your mouth! You're better than a vacuum cleaner because as you crawl every piece of lint/string/dust particle gets eaten. I try to catch it, but the only way to keep your mouth particle free would be to have a clean floor all the time and that's just not going to happen for the next year or so. So if as a 20 year old you find yourself craving a lint ball, you'll know that you developed a taste for them young.
You are starting to learn how to crawl on your hands and knees. You aren't as motivated to learn right now because you're already fully mobile doing your army crawl. I don't know how you manage it, but in the blink of an eye you will go from playing with your toys on the living room rug to getting to me in the kitchen and wrapping your fat little arms around my leg and trying to chew on my toes. Here's a video of you coming at me because I bribed you with Tupperware. I love that that is all it takes to get you scooting towards me:
You're eating a lot now. You like EVERYTHING we put in front of you. Rice, bananas, kale, tomatoes with cilantro, beans, etc. We feed you a cut up version of whatever we're eating. I'm not giving you meat yet because you don't have teeth, but from the way you've been acting lately I think teeth will be coming soon. While you eat you like to be entertained, so I keep you busy at breakfast with the text, at lunch it's usually you watching me cook or clean, and at dinner you prefer for daddy and I to take breaks from talking to jump around and make funny faces. Not that we mind doing it. I love that from me merely jumping in the air and sticking at my tongue at you, you reach levels of glee that would usually be reserved for a guy being handed the keys to a new car upon graduation from middle school.
There is a long list of things that make you happy, mommy being at the top of that list. Everytime you see me now you grin. Every. Single. Time. I love that.
It's not just me you love. Daddy is your constant entertainer and the person you ask for most. (Granted, you only know the names of two people in this world and one of us is with you all the time, but still, you do love to say dada) Yesterday we went to visit daddy at school and as he put you in the car seat and walked away you started saying "dada?dada? Dada?" and you kept it up until daddy was out of sight. When I told him about it later he grinned really big and whisked you from my arms into a big hug and kiss. It's nice for daddy's to know how much they're loved.
You are addicted to your grandparents and your Titi's too. They love to shower you with kisses and you love to give kisses right back. Right now your kisses are big open mouthed, slobbery ones that leave trails of spit on everyone's face. We keep a lot of dry cloths nearby and let you go to town.
You love toys, but you find the contents of the junk drawer just as entertaining. A lint roller and a cardboard case for a deck of cards will keep you just as happy as a rattle and a stuffed animal. Since you follow me everywhere I just take stuff out of drawers and off shelves as we pass them. It keeps you happy and lets me get things done around the house. The spice drawer is your favorite because you get to lick traces of the spice off of the tops of the bottles. I almost handed you the cayenne pepper the other day until I realized what it was. I now store all spicy spices in the back of the drawer!
There are very few things you don't like. Loud noises being the thing you dislike most. When daddy finds something really funny his laugh could blow the roof off the house and every time he does it you burst into tears. Even the sound of the blender scares you. Loud sound's are really the only thing that will consistently get you upset.
You've been having a bit of a rough spell with sleeping lately. Waking up several times a night, sometimes to nurse, sometimes just to cuddle or hold our hands. I don't always like being woken up, but the feeling of a sweet, clinging baby holding on to you in the dark isn't something I would trade for anything.
You really are the sweetest baby that anyone could wish for.
We love you baby boy, all the way to the moon, twice around the earth and back home again.
Mommy and Daddy
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