You weigh 15.4 pounds and 25 inches tall (long). You wear size two diapers and you still wear size 3-6 clothes. You are still just the happiest baby and a joy to have around.
You can roll over both ways, so we cannot just leave you lying on the bed anymore. Now let us all bow our heads and say a prayer for your Mommy's sanity now that you are becoming more mobile. Okay. And moving on.
You shriek and squeal with laughter when tickled, and you especially like when your Daddy acts like he is going to eat your stomach. You laugh so hard that you almost cry. You realize when you have been left alone now, and you aren't too crazy about it. The double edged sword is that you respond positively to just my presence. So while I can just walk into the room and you feel better, I have to walk into the room. You are going through a small "mommy" phase, and sometimes other people just don't do it for you. The exception to this is the ladies from school. You practically jump out of my arms every morning to get to them.
You can sit up (with protection around you) for a few moments now. We like to sit you up in the middle of the bed or on the rug in the living room with pillows all around you. You will sit there for a few seconds and then your whole body will just plop over to the side. It's incredibly cute when I know that you are safe. You have the biggest smile. I just can't emphasize that one enough. It melts my heart every time. This could be very dangerous in a few years.
You went to Andrew's ring day (College Station), to meet Elizabeth Kathleen (Pearland), the Downtown Houston Aquarium, and Cookie's bridal shower among other various events.
You like: chewing on your fingers, eating anything we will put on a spoon and head your way, playing with the lion and giraffe on your car seat, playing and getting tickled, your pacifier is still the biggest asset we have with you (you love it), playing on the floor, your jungle gym mat, looking at the TV and listening to music, hugging everyone, kisses, and snuggling.
You dislike: Being left alone, Mommy walking out of the room, being "forced" to be somewhere (like strapped into a seat or swing You just want to move at will), the dark, your pacifier coming out in the car and not being able to reach it, and not being fed quickly enough.
You eat: green beans, milk, and water.
Monthly and weekly photos are below.
This one showcases that killer smile I was talking about earlier.
Those eyes. I can't even.
He seemed to grow up so much this month.
You can see his little "tripod sitting" showcased here.
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