My little man is so full of personality. As I write this he and I are locked in an epic battle of nap #2 today. I won for nap #1 at 9:30am...took me 30 minutes.....he is currently down for a nap #2 which is a first in gosh, I don't know...since he was a newborn! But I'm determined to win this sleep-war...for once! He is a fighter. Of course I should of known that considering how he came into the world and how the nurses kept calling him feisty....even at a couple of days old those baby experts could see what we were in for. But he battles naps and nighttime sleep like a warrior. He is spirited, stubborn, strong willed and full of emotion! And just today I saw a sprout of his first tooth. I've heard it can "retract" and reappear before it officially stays put, but our little man is now a teether.
A teether and a sitter. Last week he sat for the first time unassisted. As witnessed on skype by his Nanny. One thing I will note is it is amazing how proud and happy I was for that little moment. It was when he first rolled over as well. Small things that seem like feats for him and I just beam and gush and tell him that he is just awesome. We've slowly started solids. And I mean slowly. He's chewed on a few peppers- and I don't know if it's because he likes them or if because the cold pepper makes his teething gums feel better, but he sure goes to town on them. He has had some sweet potatoes and some pears, both seemed to have been a huge success. Just yesterday I was eating raspberries and we lunged for one, so I gave him one. Verdict? Apparently not tasty one bit. He got the most sour look on his face and spit it out. It was so cute, I had to give him another one just so I could see the face again!
I think I'm that mom. You know...THAT mom that will love every flower, picture and mud pie that her son makes for her. One that will tell him he's a superstar when he can say his first word and tell myself he's a genius when he can finally clap his hands together. That's right, the annoying mom who thinks her kid is the bees knees.....
And for the most part he IS the bees' knees. But I am also a realist.... he is a grumpy, loud, highly sensitive, particular little dude who isn't a fan of lots of people or crowds. He is really kind of like a grouchy old man. But he's MY grouchy old-man baby.
Here he is in his new stroller...looking all dapper and happy as he is out of the car seat attachment and sitting like a big boy!
I hope the next five months go by a little slower so I can really enjoy each little moment with him because it is all going so fast.
