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He’s sitting!

[insert precious pic of him sitting unsupported here]

He got used to having the nursing pillow behind him though, so now when he’s engrossed in a toy or just getting tired he’ll pitch himself straight back, expecting a cushion. Usually mama is there to catch him. Usually.

Except for Sunday night in church when I took my eyes off of him for ONE SECOND and he went straight back onto the hardwood floor. He actually kind of rolled back, so his noggin’ didn’t hit too hard, and the SHRIEKING that followed was more surprise than pain. I got to do the Mommy Walk o’ Shame out of the sanctuary, and then he immediately stopped when I stepped outside.

April 22 is his adjusted six month birthday, and I’ll be attending a class on “baby-led weaning” that very day. I wish I had a highchair for him. I wish we weren’t going to be moving right smack in the middle of this milestone. But life goes on. Oh blah dee, oh blah dah…

He is a force to be reckoned with at the table now. Since we realized that he could actually handle a high chair, none of the restaurants we’ve been at have had one. So far he’s managed to overturn a plate of sushi, fling scrambled eggs onto the white carpet in our new place, almost make off with a dumpling, and knock several forks and spoons out of my hands. Yes, mom has been slow to learn that he just can’t be trusted at the table these days…

A couple weeks ago he found his feet.

[insert pic of his hands and feet sticking out of bath tub]

Now he helpfully holds them up when I go to change him. They also come in handy whenever he finds himself without a toy. Yesterday he found his ear—I was cleaning it out when he reached up to see what I was fooling with, and to his great delight he discovered something new to grab at!

Everything goes straight into his mouth these days (the feet have had their turn at it—the ears would be next if he could), which occasionally makes me wish that he would take a pacifier (so that his mouth would already be occupied).

[insert video of me trying to give him a pacifier; he spits out, shoots me a dirty look, picks up pacifier, inspects it, proceeds to munch on all other parts of the pacifier…]

It’s so much fun discovering the things that make him laugh (see Hilarious Blocks). I just love his big joyful smiles.

[must get pic of his newest, wide, close-mouthed smile]

It’s also fun to watch his wonderment at this new world. This morning he was entranced by Adam shaving. His eyes widened as Adam smeared the white shaving cream all over his face, and then his head turned to watch the razor to sink to face and back.

Adam takes him down to get coffee in the morning and says he loves to watch the barista. I hope he’s taking notes so that he can start making mommy’s espresso soon. I need it these days—his sleeping is getting progressively worse. My fault, I think, and I’m working on remedying the situation, and yes, I have cut out caffeine. Except this morning when I knew my placebo decaf just wasn’t going to cut it because I basically haven’t had a solid night of sleep in…oh, let’s not talk about it.

I can tell that he understands certain words now and he definitely knows routines (smiles when I start to tie the sling on).

He’s experimenting with sounds and volume—sometimes at inopportune moments. Though who can resist a cute baby finding his voice?