These logs are more for my own memory, but I forgot to add a little quip about Leo A. at 8 months. Rather than wait until he's 9 months, here is the story:
1.) Hair is finally growing, filling in his little exposed scalp. Color? Medium auburn.
2.) Working on teeth 9 and 10 (top first molars), and the teething is getting easier for him...finally.
3.) Can eat table food without problem (see above).
4.) Is standing unassisted for a few seconds at a time and can push walking-toys
5.) Has been sick lately, but is generally pretty healthy.
6.) Loves, loves, loves his parents. Patrick is a close runner-up. (Still loves me best. I'm not afraid to say it.)
7.) Says "Mama" and "baba" (bottle) with obvious meaning. I swear I have heard him say "hi mama" four times now, but I don't know how intentional it is. Three of those were upon entering his room, so maybe? Too soon to tell.
8.) Falls constantly. Constantly. If I was that kind of parent, I would definitely invest in a helmet. Thank goodness for soft furniture. Curse hardwood floors.
The family. We are a little band of characters trudging through life, sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that binds us all together.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
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