You know what's happened to me? Yesterday, just yesterday, I had me a baby. And I turn around for one minute to go to the bathroom or wash a pot or something, and he's sitting up and crawling and growin' teefers. How is this okay? I distinctly remember telling him not to get bigger. Then again, I also told him if he wanted to sleep through the night and change his own diapers, that would be dandy by me. Maybe there's a trade off there? Not sure. But regardless, I now am mother to a seven and a half month old.
A very chunky seven and a half month old.
Here he is in all his chunky mobile glory. Cruisin' along, throwing diapers all over the floor, and learning to open the drawers on our new entertainment center (one which we specifically purchased because we believed it would be slightly less accessible). He is now learning to stand holding on to things, and he gets a tad overzealous once he's accomplished the feat. This usually ends with him fussing at least a tad, and standing there awkwardly with every muscle tensed until Chad or I come and rescue him. Quite entertaining, as I'm sure you can imagine.
Relatively but not really so new fun fact- Caleb can now hold a binky in his mouth all by his lonesome! Up until about five and a half to six months, he was either incapable or too lazy to do so, and would insist on anyone in the near vicinity holding it in for him. Little stinker.
Well that's enough random update. Hopefully I'll quit being such a slacker and maybe post once in a million years. We shall see.
