the calendar is trying to tell me that he's ten months old.
i don't like calendars.
but him...
good grief.
him........
i like him.
a lot.
all seventeen pounds four ounces of him.
so much so that though he his still killing us at night, waking one to three times, i'm over it. i've decided that he's just not going to be this little baby that likes to snuggle with his mama much longer. with that perspective, and the fact that we've tried all the sleep strategies multiple times only to get less sleep than before ~ i've decided to just take it as it comes rather than battle it.
at least that's how i feel today. bryan may tell you it's because he let me sleep in this morning.
but could you argue with a face like this?
i think he's telling me in that picture, "ya know you want to eat me with a spoon, mom". i can already hear him saying that in his eighteen-year-old voice too.
he likes to say all kinds of other things too, like "ma ma", "da da", "ba ba" (bye-bye), as well as any other noise we or his brother come up with. he and charlie can get us laughing 'til we cry by copying each other until they themselves are laughing.
he loves his brother, and gets so excited when we say "charlie?".
and his brother loves him, often asking me, "pay sam peas mom?" (can i play with sam please mom?). of course i'd love if it wasn't true that sam often takes a beating. though i guess it comes with the territory of having boys 19 months apart.
he scoots at lightning speed, cruises furniture, and takes steps with our hands.
he has 4 teeth (cut at 8 months - at the same time!).
he is always on the move. changing his diaper is like a game of twister, only potentially messier. the same can be said for feeding him. except the potentially part.
he loves to snuggle and be held though, if only for brief moments.
he is a mama's boy, and i'm ok with that (at least until he's thirty, right?). ok, i'm more than ok with it. i love it.
most people feel that he and charlie look nothing alike.
i disagree.
but even if he wasn't so dern cute, he'd still have me wrapped around his chubby little finger.
