7 months
Hard to believe the little man is already closer to a year than to birth. He is getting to be more cute and clever by the day as always. He can finally sit up on his own, and he knows how to say "Mama" and "Hi". It is sooo cute. He will look up when some one comes close to see if hey are looking at him, then smile and say "Hiiiiiii". It is also pretty funny that he knows he is cute, for that matter he seems almost narcissistic at times: he loves to lay on my bed, because then he can see the big mirror I have, and he will sit there smiling and flirting with his own reflection.
O.O he is also so hugely tall, and wearing 18 month old size clothes already because of it. Crazy.
Jenga has eaten 3 baby toys this week. One was a goat shaped wood puzzle piece. One was the tail off the stuffed piglet (which is from when I was a baby....Owen loves the squeeker in it)and today's was the freezable end of a teether/rattle. The pig I can put a new tail on, and I pull the teether out of the rattle so now it is just a rattle, but the goat I don't think I can salvage, which sucks because the rest of the puzzle is fine.
I found a baby jumper at a garage sale for $1, and he has been having crazy fun with that....he jumped until he gave himself a little raw patch on the inside of his leg from the seat rubbing the first day he tried it. He was playing in it again today, and I have to say it is nice having some thing that can keep him happily entertained on his own for awhile.
I feel like I gush about him too much, but he is just such a sweet little amazing person, and I love watching him learn new things. It might sound cheesy but it makes me kind of feel like even if I don't end up succeeding in any thing else, if I can help him bloom into a smart, sweet and well-balanced person then maybe that is enough. It feels good to know I make some ones day every day, and wake up to him smiling at me every morning.
Life is strange, not that is news to me. It just seems like I can never really expect things to work out how I would plan, but with any luck I'll find a path. I just have a really positive feeling right now, like some how things will fall into place.
O.O he is also so hugely tall, and wearing 18 month old size clothes already because of it. Crazy.
Jenga has eaten 3 baby toys this week. One was a goat shaped wood puzzle piece. One was the tail off the stuffed piglet (which is from when I was a baby....Owen loves the squeeker in it)and today's was the freezable end of a teether/rattle. The pig I can put a new tail on, and I pull the teether out of the rattle so now it is just a rattle, but the goat I don't think I can salvage, which sucks because the rest of the puzzle is fine.
I found a baby jumper at a garage sale for $1, and he has been having crazy fun with that....he jumped until he gave himself a little raw patch on the inside of his leg from the seat rubbing the first day he tried it. He was playing in it again today, and I have to say it is nice having some thing that can keep him happily entertained on his own for awhile.
I feel like I gush about him too much, but he is just such a sweet little amazing person, and I love watching him learn new things. It might sound cheesy but it makes me kind of feel like even if I don't end up succeeding in any thing else, if I can help him bloom into a smart, sweet and well-balanced person then maybe that is enough. It feels good to know I make some ones day every day, and wake up to him smiling at me every morning.
Life is strange, not that is news to me. It just seems like I can never really expect things to work out how I would plan, but with any luck I'll find a path. I just have a really positive feeling right now, like some how things will fall into place.