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| Yes, I have sweet potato on my cheek. What's it to ya? |
Pushing up on his tummy, chest off the ground. When he wants something bad enough he can stretch and wiggle his way there. Not anywhere near crawling. The dude's got a HUGE belly to get off the ground first.
I can leave him on his tummy and he'll stay happy and playing and reaching for toys for quite awhile. Sitting is still wobbly. As noted by pillow support in pictures below.
Talking. We used to think that Madeline talked a lot. Then we had Audrey. She talks non-stop. I mean really without ceasing. The girl talks all the time. James is starting to get a word in here and there. Mainly: Da-da-da-da. Or Ga-ga-ga-ga.
Growing. Big man is now wearing his 12-month sized clothes.
Eating puffs. And baby foods. And real foods mushed up. And crackers. We are close to the glorious age of will-sit-in-a-stroller-and-eat-cheerios-for-an-hour.
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| Papparazzi!!! Enough! Stop the pictures already. |
He had another round of the cough and nebulizer deal. We no longer rent the nebulizer. We own it.
That means sleeping has been off. Again. But the last two nights he slept until 6am and 5:30am. Today he went back to sleep and we all slept until 8:00. Thank you, time change!
Off to play!
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