The kitchen!

Grandma Dino and Grumpy Grampy got big guy the best gift ever! It's a play kitchen- just the right size for him, since he's so tall! We finally got it built the thursday after xmas and it took all four of us to build it during the 2 hour nap big guy took that afternoon. Above is the pic of big guy playing with it for the first time.

It's super cute and includes a dishwasher, washing machine, oven, stove, microwave, and fridge. and the knobs/dials all click when you turn them. It's just so cool. And we got as a gift a gift certificate to amazon from our amazing nanny, so we are going to purchase some fun pots/pans and food stuffs. Right now we are using a conglomeration of food stuffs that he already has as toys. It's just so exciting. This is his first foray into the culinary world. Top Chef here we come!

Partial vampire?

In the midst of all the illnesses and holidays, big guy managed to get three teeth the past week! And, he might be partially a vampire, as he got the canine on the left side first! And then his two front teeth. When we saw the Dr on thursday, she saw the canine and said, "hey, didn't you read the book? You are supposed to get the front teeth first." And she didn't see the other two popping through. Which means they came in over night! And now he grinds his top and bottom teeth. So, hubs constantly thinks he's eating something.

Amoxicillian with Muscle!

Following our hour of play at the day care on Wednesday, we were due to drop big guy off for a half day on thursday. Hubs and I were going to clean the house and then have a nice, relaxing lunch. You know, some quality time! As I was changing big guy and packing up his stuff for the day, I felt his head and he felt so hot. And his cheeks were all flushed, like a campbell soup kid.

So, hubs and I take out the thermometer and about twenty seconds later we were at 101.9. Uh-oh! We agree that big guy isn't going to the daycare today. We shove some tylenol into the big guy and I call the Dr. The nurse who I spoke with was a bit grumpy, but i was pissed. This kid has been sick nonstop since the 13th of December. Thursday's date was the 30th! I might have also been a little hostile.

Anyway, I was positive that his ear infections weren't healed by that round of amoxicillian. He was still all irritable and tugging on his ears. In we stroll to the Dr's office and big guy is immediately flashing the smiles to all the ladies who work there. What a flirt!
We talk to the nurse and she checks his temp, the tylenol did the trick, he's back to a normal temp.

The Dr. comes in, one we've never met- but we really liked her. when our Dr. retires, we are definitely going to move over to her. SHe was young, cool, and totally relaxed. She checked his ears and sure enough, still infected. Either a new round of ear infections or they weren't cured by the amox. She prescribes him Augmenten, which is essentially, amoxicillian with muscle! Oh, and gives you diarrhea. Like explosive. Yay!

What I liked most was when she asked me if he has been himself since he's been sick. And admittedly, he's been pretty miserable, not his happy, energized self. And I can safely say that he's been on it for three days and is totally himself again. He's been sleeping a lot during the day, but that's what he needs to do. But he's back to playing and crawling like the wild child he is. It's awesome to see again. Oh, and the explosive diarrhea is also true!!!

Daddy Stables

Grandma J gave big guy a really cool toy. It's a barn! Ok, just an archway with a barn door that can be swung open and closes, with all kinds of cool stuff to play with. Big guy can feed a cow some veggies. A chicken lays eggs. A pig snorts and his belly can be spun to reveal some mud. There is a light switch to practice turning on and off. And some other cool stuff. And to make it even cooler, there are three different modes for noise. ABC's, music, and sounds. So, the light switch can say on and off, sing about light, and make the light switch noise. Pretty cool, huh? Big guy loves it and has obsessively been playing with it. And whenever he crawls through the hubs yells, "Welcome to Daddy Stables! Yee-haw!" Above is the picture of him crawling through it for the first time.

Daycare

On Wednesday, hubs and I took big guy in for an hour to play/see his new daycare. He'll be at daycare monday-thursday and then the nanny on friday. Not our ideal set-up, but it was the best we could do monetarily.

Anywho, we went in around 10:40 and it was a light day. Only five other little ones in his room. It's so weird to me that people don't have off the week between xmas and new years. Ok, I digress. We met the woman in charge for the week and she was super duper nice. I really liked her. She led us to his room #6! Which is actually one big room where there is a waist high partition splitting it in half. Half for little babies- 6 weeks to 6 months. Half for big babies- 7 months to 1 year.

So, we go into the room and I plop big guy down. He's very excited to see new toys and new people. Over the next hour he makes his way through the room touching everything. Sitting and watching. Big guy doesn't really interact with the other kids. I think he might have been overwhelmed. I know I was! At one point he does attack this one little kid with kisses, which to big guy means opening his mouth as wide as possible, head butting, and depositing some drool! He proceeded to do this to baby Gab-o and then used a tuft of his hair to pull himself into a standing position. Gab-o didn't seem to mind. Until... big guy and I were playing near a corner and Gab-o came over and took a dump next to us. Not cool.

And in the midst of this, one of the teachers started reading books, really loudly. Then she proceeded to sing every kids song that has ever existed. That's right, for an hour! Non-stop. Really loudly. I almost asked her to stop, it was so annoying. Hubs said later on that he understands why kids nap, to get away from her loud voice.

Otherwise, it was a fine experience. We stayed for about an hour. I think I'm just freaking out! My poor little man. I worry that he won't be the cool little man that he is. So, we'll see. One other funny thing was when I was talking about how he will be getting one bottle of formula and I started my story about getting tummy bug and milk supply disappearing and I could hear the teacher's eyes rolling. Guess not everyone cares about breastfeeding!

A tough eater?

Since we've been recovering from the tummy bug, we've gone from being a "try anything" kind of baby to "ew, don't feed me that, I'd rather scream for the entire meal" kind of baby. Not very fun =(

Big guy definitely only wants certain foods that he picks up and eats. I was getting to the point where I was going to start more finger foods. I was stopping oatmeal at dinner, meaning he was only getting it at breakfast, in an attempt to get him to eat more food by himself- which is the direction I thought we were going in. But as I am continuing to learn, there is always something new with babies.

I had bought a couple really ripe pears, thinking, big guy loves them pureed, he'll love little chunks. Think again sister! He freaked when he saw them. The next day I kind of squashed them, no dice... Ok. Apple chunks. Nope. Nectarines. Again. No.

I had two thoughts. One, since having the tummy bug, he got thrown off in his world of eating. Probable. But the other day I was thinking that maybe I'm moving too quickly with the self-feeding. And that maybe he likes eating some things pureed and some things in chunks. And this led to my second thought, which is maybe the foods he had pureed, he likes pureed. And the foods big guy has had introduced as finger food, he likes as finger foods. Ah-ha! Well, it made sense to me and made me feel better. I think he just needs to get back into the groove and I need to start cooking again. Because he loves when we all eat the same food. Which is evident from this whole week when anytime I was eating toast, crackers, etc, he ripped them out of my hands and started to eat them.

Diaper change

Changing the big guy's diaper has become a huge challenge. He has always been a mover and shaker. And in the past few weeks he has started freaking out as soon as he starts the descent onto the ground onto his back. freaking out- like screaming, crying, rolling onto his belly and crawling away. It's really gotten ridiculous, I actually get sad before the diaper changing process. He's just so miserable.

So, I was thinking that he really gets upset b/c he has to stop playing and doing all the fun/busy stuff he's doing. My solution- change him while he's standing up! Genius! Now he is busy being distracted and I can easily slip off pants, pop off the diaper, do a quick wipe down, and strap on the new diaper. He's none the wiser. He he. Only problem is the poopy diaper, which still requires a five to ten minute wrestling match.

Hands and knees

Big guy's crawl has developed once again. He now does the quintessential crawl- on his hands and knees. That's right- he now is really fast. Watch out!

Time for the Star Wars marathon or Merry Xmas!

Every year on Xmas, hubs watches the Star Wars Marathon on Spike tv. Which this year had some very interesting commercials... Anyway, Merry Xmas! We had a very relaxing day. We woke up early and had some tea. Then we opened presents. Big guy got from us a new "Where's Spot?" book. He was so excited to see it intact! Hubs and I each got some good comfy stuff- slippers, blankets, new pillows. It was a very enjoyable morning. What followed was our typical day of fun, playing, napping, eating, and a quick trip to the supermarket as a huge snow storm was coming! A perfect first xmas.

Boxes, lots of boxes

Due to the inordinate amount of gifts the big guy got for xmas- we are suddenly overrun with boxes. The good thing is that big guy loves boxes! What's not to love? They can be climbed on, pushed around, turned over, whapped with little hands, stuff can go into them, stuff can come out of them, they have flaps... See- they are really cool!

Big guy's favorite is the box his barn came in b/c he can do all of the above. And the little stinker has figured out that if he stands on boxes, it makes him taller and thus he can climb into trouble! He is definitely a climber. And so smart to figure that out. His favorite risky discovery has been the kitchen table- where there are all kinds of yum yums. Yay for boxes!

Xmas Eve Party

On Xmas eve, hubs and I hosted a party for all the grandparents. That's right- all of them!

Grandma Dino and Grumpy Grampy provided all the food- and it was delicious! It really was quite a spread. Turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffin' muffins, steamed broccoli, as well as pre-meal snacks, and tons of cookies! And they had come early to hang with us and open some presents. Big guy got tons of clothes, a homemade xmas ornament, a really cool stool that is just the right height for the big guy, and a kitchen! I know- crazy cool right? Unfortunately, hubs is pulling a "back injury" story in hopes that dino will build it. we'll see!

Grandma J and Aunt B came over and brought big guy a really cool barn toy (ok, I picked it out) and a xylophone! As well as a snow suit- which turns out we needed b/c we got like a foot of snow on sunday. They also brought homemade pumpkin pie. yum!

Grandpop J, Grandma C, and Uncle I also came bearing a veggie tray. As well as more clothes and a cool "wire-block-toy" as described by hubs- "a wooden toy that is educational."

Overall, I really wonderful afternoon/night. However, these people couldn't take a hint that it was bedtime. After several (loud) statements about it being big guy's bedtime, I finally said, "well, thanks for coming over!" Rude, but effective. Hubs got everyone packed up and out of the house within 10 mins of the statement. such a good hubs!

I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful tradition. hubs still wants to discuss!

Gimme a hug!

During our week of sickness and leading up to xmas, big guy was getting lots of love and attention. He essentially didn't want to be put down. Ok, because we felt like crap. However, as I got healthier, it was a bit disruptive b/c I had things to do!

However, I noticed one day that when I gave big guy a hug, that he gave one back to me. That's right people, big guy hugs! He wrapped his arms around my neck and clasped his hands. And frankly, I'll do anything to get a hug. He is just the best at giving hugs, just like hubs. No mamsy pamsy, wishy washy, limp armed hug. Nope, a big bear hug with lots of squeeze. Perfect!

Stairs

When grandma Dino was here helping hubs and I during the tummy bug, she was letting him roam free. And I went upstairs to puke, sorry, and he followed. Yup, big guy crawled right up the stairs carrying some mail he had found on the stairs. A coupon for a free can of tuna. Such a thoughtful son. Apparently, climbing the stairs is just vertical crawling. Awesome job, big guy!

And in a funny reversal of sorts, he'll climb the stairs for me, but not for hubs. When hubs is with us, he stops on the third step and finds one of the posts that connects the banister to the stairs and starts turning it- it makes a funny squeaking noise. ANd he could stand there forever. He is just such a joyful little dude!

And we're done

Breastfeeding. Well, almost. So, after big guy couldn't eat properly due to his tummy bug and my supply tanked due to the same tummy bug, he wouldn't eat with me at all on sunday. In fact, I used up my whole freezer supply (not that I had that much.) He will breastfeed with me before bed, so I'm still considering him a breastfed baby- we made it 10 months!

I am so profoundly sad that this is how it ended. I realize that I griped about it a lot. And that we were going to start weaning soon anyway, but it sucks that his last attempts are Bfing during the day are him screaming at the top of his lungs and trying to get away from the ta-tas. poor girls. poor big guy. poor me.

Anyway, a week later, I can look at the situation and be OK with it. It's a change in our lives. He doesn't need me as much, he's a big boy. And it is really cute watching him drink from a bottle. He doesn't want to hold it, even though he can. He wants you to hold it and he holds onto your wrist to push it away or pull it back. big guy is still just as squirmy. I get the feeling that he isn't as calm drinking it as he was bfing. that makes me feel like it was a really special connection/activity that we did together everyday for ten months! ten months! holy cow!

So, still a breastfed baby, but now with a little formula mixed in. And truthfully, he gets whole milk in less than two months- moo!

The Pukies: Part II

On the way to the Dr's office, I was thinking, something is seriously wrong with big guy. we get there and big guy starts flashing the smiles. The little stinker! Into the office, we retell our story. No one seems too worried! Ugh. The nurse begins to tell me that we should get some bagels, bread, crackers, pretzels, and pedialyte. And she seemed generally surprised that we had to go buy white bagels! Bizarre-o.

Anyway, the Dr checks him, he's got a fever of 101 and double ear infection. Apparently he got hit with everything. Armed with battling the cold, ear infection, fever, and tummy bug, we headed home. In the midst of this, I couldn't breast feed big guy as well as I would have like, so he couldn't just eat how he wanted to. I felt terrible. He was so hungry. And by the end of the second day, he would see the sippy cup of pedialyte and close his lips.

Friday, I stayed home with big guy. We took a lot of naps. I thought we were in the clear. Then friday night before heading to bed, I felt a bit queasy. Uh-oh. 11:30 rolls around and I'm puking everything out. Then at 3:00, hubs does the same thing. Let me just say- this tummy bug is the worst thing ever. After emptying the entire contents of my stomach, my whole body ached, I could feel my organs trying to work, and my milk supply. GONE. Just like that. It was really sad. I managed to get big guy to bf breakfast. But he was really frustrated. My let down was sooo slow.

We called in grandma Dino for reinforcements. She was a life saver. I wouldn't have been able to take care of big guy in that state. Luckily, big guy was still recoverin from his illnesses, so we took lots of long naps. Bfing continued to be difficult. But we managed. Sunday was a different story. Nanny came over to help us. And it ended with me getting big guy's cold Sunday night. Our visit to the Pukies was finally over!

The Pukies: Part I

Well, hello. Are you still there?

We're back! And from a magical place called the Pukies. It sounds like a weekend resort, only one that someone would go to in a nightmare. Ever want to flush away your worries? (Along with the contents of your stomach?) Come to the Pukies! Do you need to purge all that is bad in your life? (And what you had for lunch?) Come to the Pukies! You see- it has mass market appeal. Need to lose a few pounds? (And perhaps your ability to stand up by yourself?) Come to the Pukies!

So, you interested? Probably not. And let me tell you, as a family of three who has just visited the Pukies last weekend, it's not such a great place to be. Let me back up. Big guy got a cold on Monday. Runny nose, cough, a big grumpy and a sneaking suspicion of an ear infection. Nothing we couldn't handle. Wednesday night arrives, off to bed. 11:30 at night, I hear the distinct noise of someone puking (you know the noise that dogs make and you think someone is throwing up?) I dash over to his bed- oh he has puked and he's still asleep.

I pick him up and he's COVERED- covered in puke, all over his clothes, his hair. Ok, well, he had been swallowing a lot of snot... As hubs picks up the phone to check the time, he sees a text from Nanny- oh, she's been puking for a couple of hours. Ok, so it's not the snot. I call the Dr's office, as big guy continues to puke and choke on it. I"m bending him over and slapping his back. The poor thing. The on call nurse said to let the belly empty, give him small amounts of food the next day, and watch out for lack of wet diapers or lack of drool. So, I spent the rest of the night having big guy alternating being laying on my chest, laying in bed, puking, and then back onto my chest. Not the best night of sleep.

Around three he stopped puking. At five- I breast fed him- yay for being a clear liquid! We all went back to sleep. I BF him again at eight, he seemed him good spirits. I left him with hubs for the day and headed to work. THings got progressively worse. He slept for five hours! Which was good he needed it. He had a bottle and then back to sleep. I was on the phone with on of the nurses. She seemed to think he was OK, as long as his diaper was wet and he was up for a while acting like himself. By the time I got home, he couldn't even hold his head up, he was so out of it. Then he puked up his whole bottle. Off to the Dr's office for us.

He's got empathy

A few weeks ago, our cat was throwing up (not a surprise as she constantly runs out of the house to eat grass) and big guy was playing near her. He heard her puking and started to cry. Then she stopped and he was ok. Then she continued to puke and stop for several minutes. And big guy would follow along with crying and then stopping. We were consoling big guy when he was crying. It was really cute. I mentioned this to grandma dino the other day and she said that it meant he had empathy. Yay! He's growing emotionally too!

Sipping and crunching

I've realized there are two things that I really like about watching big guy eat. Well, I really enjoy watching him eat in general. He's just so serious about it sometimes. It is amazing that he's able to feed himself! One of the best things about watching him is when he's eating and then gets thirsty and grabs his sippy cup and up ends it to quench his thirst. I find this so amazing because most of the time, I'm slowing him down (he tends to shovel like the hubs) and making him take a drink. But every once and a while, he drinks b/c he is thirsty. It's precious.

My other favorite part is when he has his "cookie" at the end of the meal. He gets all crazy about it and starts screaming and pounding his hands as soon as I start taking the bag out. I make him calm down and then show him the cookie. He takes a deep breath and reaches for it. Now, when we first began this cookie journey, he would shove the entire thing into his mouth. Yikes, chocking hazard. After many days of practicing and me saying, "small bites, that's right, now chew before you put more in," it seems we have mastered the art of cookie eating. He now moistens the whole thing with joy, while periodically offering me some (too cute). and then he uses his two front teeth to crunch the cookie. I can't explain it but I love hearing him crunch the cookie. Maybe b/c it's such a big boy noise.

Pasta

Last night, big guy had whole wheat pasta for the first time. he loved it. I cooked it past al dente and cut it up a little bit- that's right, it was rotini. I then sprinkled some parmesan cheese on top, just to give it a little extra flavor. He ate it up!

The Mustacho

Hubs shaved his beard over the weekend. And he kept the mustache. Or as I call it, the Mustacho.

THe Mustacho has it's own personality. It's feisty, impulsive, makes lewd jokes, essentially the kind of person/inanimate object you want to be around at a party. It also makes hubs look like a cop from 70's. Whenever I look at him, I start to laugh. I think for the sake of our marriage, he'll have to keep it. I simply can't be mad at him with the Mustacho.

Hubs and I made a bet to $5 that he would shave it before x-mas eve. THe last time he had the Mustacho- it drove him crazy and he shaved it after a few hours. I guessed he wouldn't keep it until then. But he was at work and got so much attention. It's emboldened him. I might lose this bet. Mustacho!!!!

Hi dada

Last week, big guy said his first complex sentence. "Hi dada!" And then he kicked hubs in the crotch. Hilarious! Ah, the memories.

Mango

Big guy had a new fruit this week- Mango! I happened upon one at the freaky natural foods store. In case you were wondering...
Big guy loved it! he was gobbling it up like it was his job. I"m so proud. I love mango, too!

Happy 9 years!

Hubs and I celebrated our nine year anniversary. While we've been married for two years- our relationship started on December 7, 2001. Our first date is the best first date ever. This time nine years ago was really nice out. Like in the 60's. We had a short breakfast at X & O's- now the cosi.

No idea what hubs had, but I barely ate the banana chocolate chip muffin. We then went to go see Amelie- the most romantic, quirky movie ever made. Following this we disagree. Hubs believes we went to some bookstore. I say we went to a music store. What we both agree on is that we bought another classic movie- Mystery Science Theater 3000: The Movie. Best movie ever! its hilarious!

We then went to my apartment and decorated/ate sugar cookies, watched MSTK3000 and the Matrix on Tv. the topper was my roommate coming home, puking all over our room, and stripping down naked before passing out. ahh, the memories.

Our first date didn't end until the next morning at 7am, when hubs had to go to work. Mind out of the gutter people, we slept on the couch- with clothes on! But we did have our first kiss! Hubs- love you!

Happy bday hubs/dada

On Monday hubs turned the big 3-1! It was his first bday as a daddy! Erm, I didn't get him anything. I know. I know. Terrible wife. But I honestly didn't have time to think about buying anything. Let alone think about anything. But- we love you dada!

Sheppard's pie

This week I attempted to make more food that the whole family could eat. I settled on shepherd's pie- it's easy, tasty, and big guy has eaten everything in it. I make mine with ground turkey, carrots, onions, peas, mashed potatoes, and some easy/quick gravy w/ Worcestershire sauce. Big guy loved it! He ate it for three days and was just thrilled every time it was on his plate. I think it helped that he saw hubs and I eating the same thing. I'm so excited that he ate it and liked it. If I could brag a bit, it was really tasty!

Helping get dressed

Big guy has started to help himself get dressed. When I put his arms into his shirts, he straightens them to get his arms through. How helpful! And now when a shirt is sitting on top of his head, he grabs the shirt and pulls it over his head. Next stop?

Moose and Zee

Over thanksgiving hubs found these cute musical clips from a show called Moose and Zee. It's a moose named Moose and a little blue bird named Zee. And they sing little songs about all kinds of stuff. Thanksgiving, Family, Fall, Friends, the Alphabet... you get the point. THey are really catchy and big guy LOVES them. He starts squealing with joy watching them. I'm pretty sure we'll have to buy Noggin' sometime soon- that's the channel they are one.

My favorite song is the one about family- where this is the chorus:
You belong to a family
And it's a fact that you can't ignore
Yes, you belong to a family
But at the same time
They're all yours

Cue the tears. Which is what happened last week when we were listening to the song. It's just such a great way to explain family to little kids. And somehow having big guy has made family all the more important.

The ruby tuesday's

Last saturday hubs's mom and aunt came to visit. When they come to visit it is a whirlwind of activity. mostly b/c we try to get them in and out in a few hours. Otherwise, we go crazy!

So, they came over around 10:45 and we rolled out by 11:15 (after they bombarded us with some really cute outfits for big guy) to the Barnes and Noble to pick up some holiday gifts and meet up with a friend of mine. Big guy loved the bookstore. Lots of books to throw all over the place. fun to walk around and watch all the kids and adults walking around.

We decided to go to our local ruby tuesday's for lunch. Only I forgot to look at a clock and failed to realize I needed to be at breast feeding group at 1:30. The place was semi packed. Our waitress brought our drinks and then took our order. Then no food came out for 45minutes! which, I realize isn't a big deal for a restaurant at lunch time. BUt I have a baby with me. And I wasn't planning on sitting that long. BIg guy had an awesome lunch- yogurt, fruit, puffs, peas from the salad bar. No food for the adults.

I was starting to get huffy. Then I looked at the time 1:25!! Crap. I freaked out. Then Hubs's mom gets all crazy and starts telling some other waitress that we have been waiting too long and this is ridiculous. Then our waitress runs over. Big guy starts yelling. I walk over to the salad bar and we start playing around. I come back and the manager is there trying to console her. We are apparently getting our food to go!

Hubs is pissed. He used to be a waiter and so is sensitive about restaurant stuff. We start arguing in the restaurant. On the way to the car. In the car. His mom actually had to ask us to stop yelling. As hubs is dropping me off I yell, "And I bet the order is wrong anyway!"

The best part is, I was right. THey totally screwed up our order. And we can never go back.

3:45 wake up call

For the past two weeks, big guy has decided to wake up anytime between 3:45-4:30. the 4:30 I can handle fairly well. anytime before this and I am a grouchy mamabear. I can't figure out what is going on. Is he going to bed too early? Possibly, but he is just so tired at night. We tried keeping him up, but only got ten more minutes on the morning end.

Hubs thinks he might just be an early bird. Which would make sense, since we both are. But I am only against that theory b/c he is not pleasant when he wakes up that early. He cries, moans, squirms. If he was awake and happy, I'd be fine. I'm hoping he is going to start sleeping until 5 again. The only good thing is that we are really efficient in the morning and I've been at work at 6:45 everyday this week!

Refined crawling

Big guy has refined his crawling technique. What used to be a half army crawl half inchworm is now an actual crawl. I noticed over the weekend that he was up on his knees. And let me say, that up on the knees crawling is a lot faster then belly crawling. This kid can move! Which is totally fabulous for him. Tough on hubs and I who now have to be extra fast when chasing him!

Kitty

Last week I picked up big guy from the nanny. Since the house where the nanny is is in the city, there are... all these feral cats. what were you thinking? Anyway, these feral cats are all over the place. And they haven't been spayed and meow really loudly.

This big boy comes by- all black with white belly and face. very furry. As big guy and I walk out he's rubbing up against a step. I say, do you see the kitty? and Big guy yells out, "kitty!" That's right! ANother word!

Tongue clicking

I was reading the "what to expect the first year" book- you know the sequel to "what to expect when you are expecting" and was reading that babies- when they figure out a skill- often times do it obsessively and then like a week later, "forget" the skill.

I think this is what happened with clapping. Big guy did it for two weeks straight. And since then, won't do it. Fast forward to sunday and he clapped when he got up from a nap. It's still really cute.

This week big guy figured out how to click his tongue. He clicks it all the time, walking around the house, crawling, during meals, pretty much anytime. I think this skill is like what the book said. It feels good, so he does it. Just imagine figuring our you can click your tongue for the first time. It's kind of fun!