Ander turned six months yesterday! It is crazy. In one aspect I think 'how are you so old?' and in the other I can't hardly remember life without him. Remember how in the last post I did about him, he was a very difficult child? All that has changed. In his first two months I honestly thought I wasn't going to be able to do it. He cried ALL of the time. He now is the most pleasant child. He's happy most all the time. We made it through "the first three months" and it's paid off. He brightens all of our day and you couldn't ask for a cuter kid.
At his doctors appointment yesterday we learned that he has doubled his weight (18, almost 19 pounds) and that he has a huge noggin (in the 95%).
He loves, I'm mean LOVES, to chew on things and by things I mean any and everything. He gives violent, scary kiss, where he grabs hair, ears, or whatever else he can then fiercely chews on your chin, cheekbone, collarbone, ect (Except Tony who has whisker defenses, which is unfair, and takes away all the fun). He is quick to smile and giggle, and does so at anyone who'll give him the attention. He is the poor fourth child and has learned how to bounce himself in the bouncer seat by swinging his leg just right.
He's not a fan of baby food, it makes him gag (can you say, Tony's son?) but he loves any food he can hold and gnaw on. He getting super good with his chunky little hands. He can roll from his front to his back but not back to front.
He's chunky and rolly and smiley and perfect, so here are way too many pictures of him.
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| chewing on one hand is not enough |
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| What happens when a cute picture goes horribly wrong, and I lose an eyeball. |
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| kisses |
