Nick Names: Baby baby, Smush
Height: 26 inches (Estimated)
Weight: 18 pounds 8 ounces
Head: 16.9 inches (Estimated)
Special Outings: The Mall for Bunny Photos
Visitors: Raina & Zaida
Loves: Sitting at the table with everyone, the cats, brothers, baths
Hates: Being put down and having everyone walk away
This might finally be the month that breaks me, because having three mobile children is definitely harder than two and a baby. I think we can finally say you’ve figured out this crawling thing, although not well enough for us to realize that when we put you somewhere, you’re not going to stay there. You’re moving just enough that we’re still surprised to find you in a new spot. You bounce and spin and take a break to sit and then get up and move another step or two, but you’re definitely moving, and obviously thrilled about it.
You want nothing more than to do everything your older siblings do. I sat you down in front of a box of non baby toys the other day and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you so excited. They were musical instruments and you shook them and banged on them and shrieked incredibly loud. Same goes for food - you’ll drink just enough of your bottles so you’re not starving, and then you would like real food please. I gave you a slice of pizza yesterday and you were chomping your gums so hard at it. I’m hoping you really learn how to eat in this next month so we can stop worrying about your weight. You did pass your weight check, so you must be getting something in that belly.
You sleep great, you laugh like crazy at anything your siblings do, and you love on the cats any chance you get. You don’t mind daycare, going on trips in the car, or staying home. I’m honestly trying to think of the last time you really cried or were upset about something, and it’s truly hard to think of one. Honestly the only thing that seems to bother you is when no one is paying you any attention. And then you just give a loud scream or cry until someone looks at you, and then you giggle at them.
You are so loud and talkative, and E is frustrated that he doesn’t know what you’re saying. Soon, I keep telling him. (Although whether it will be a word or a tooth first, is anyone’s guess at this point). Until then you’ll keep babbling and blowing raspberries and screaming from wherever you are, just making sure that Mama doesn’t really forget about you somewhere.
