Jude's been with us for an entire BYU academic year, and almost as long as he crisped in utero.
He jabbers from the minute I get him out of his crib in the morning to a couple of hours later when he goes down for a nap. Nonstop jabber. He makes us feel like a million bucks at every crib pick-up -- kicking, squealing, eating shoulders, he does everything but throw confetti.
Our baby boy pulls himself into plank position with his arms straight out hanging onto the crib bars. We lowered it another knotch.
He is trying to clap and wants the remotes.
He also wants to crawl, but isn't quite there yet. After he gets on all 4s and rocks back and forth a few times he either slides down to the ground or retreats back onto his bum. Here he is his own source of frustration. Late afternoon is the times when it all hits him just how cruel the world can be. It's very hard that I make him wear clothes, don't let him play with those remotes, my phone, my keys, paper, my food, and the desktop keyboard. Very hard. Sometimes Jeff walks through the door and it's "HIHONEYWILLYOUTAKEHIMTHANKS".
Ah, but he is just such a sweet, exuberant, intensely energetic, wiggly delight. We will never get over how wonderful he is.
|Grunt/Laugh/Muscle Flex -- very intense.|