This boy...he's still such a sour patch kid.
He's a pincher and a biter.
He'll snatch a fistful of hair from any scalp close to his hands.
He still isn't walking, but he's close.
I'm certain he has the ability, he just needs the opportunity.
His brothers pander to him and tote him wherever he needs to go.
He's perfected his arch-brow-&-point move to be taken wherever his lil heart desires.
He still isn't sleeping through the night, but at least his stretches of sleep are getting longer.
He eats. Oh boy, he eats. The other day he polished off a 1/2 pint of blueberries by himself. We're still dealing with the consequences and repercussions of that snack.
He's a big fan of yogurt, fruit, hummus, roasted potatoes, butternut squash, and pretzel rods.
He likes to feed himself and is awesome at using utensils.
He tends to toss his plate on the floor when he's had enough.
He's getting chatty. He says all of his brothers names in ways that only we understand. He's also big on yelling his own nickname, "Neeeeee-neeeeee!" I don't know why Sean calls him that, but it has developed and is interchangeable with, "Deeee-deeee!" Probably because we never call any of our boys by their given name and have evolved to just using made up ones.
His favorite toy lately is a wooden hammer.
He's big on throwing balls.
He likes to play in the dishwasher.
He loves to bang on the kitchen trashcan like a drum.
He loveloveloves music and attempts to play Sean's piano constantly.
He loves it when Simon pulls out the guitar.
He loves being outside.
His second favorite place is standing in our dining room window watching his brothers play outside while smashing his face against it and smearing slobber.
Time just keeps moving on. I swear it goes faster with each kid.