- He suddenly hates getting his diaper changed, or getting his clothes changed, or pretty much anything that prevents him from moving around the room like a madman. Except for eating. He still loves to eat.
- If I mix carrots in with lots of other stuff, he might actually eat them. Sometimes.
- He has learned how to open cabinets and drawers. His favorite game is to open and close them. Over. And over. And over again.
- He is still the happiest kid I know. Even when he's teething, I frequently get asked, "Is he always this happy?!" Yes, yes he is.
- If anyone around him has food, he MUST have food, too.
- He now has four teeth. The top two are still slowly making their way down, but they are actually through his gums, so I count it.
- His LOVES peek-a-boo. Sometimes I don't even have to hide, I just look in the opposite direction, and he's still surprised when I turn around.
- His giggle is still the best thing in the world.
- He can fully pull himself up on furniture (or mama's legs, or daddy's arm hairs, or anything else that happens to be within grabbing distance), and will even take a few wobbly steps to either side.
- He holds my fingers and loves to walk around. I swear, he's practically running. As long as he's holding on to my fingers. The look on his face while he does this is totally awesome too, it's a combination of "Wow, this is so cool!" and "Man, I freaking rock! Look what I can do!"
- He is still his mama's best friend, and everyone around him thinks he's the best thing in the world. And they're totally right.
- He knows how to feed himself now. And I'm pretty sure that's the best thing ever. At dinner, he sits happily in his high chair with some food from my plate, and Mike and I get to eat a nice, (somewhat) quiet family dinner.
- He's pretty close to being able to climb the stairs. Which scares me. A lot.
And here's the little dude!