Hard. To. Believe.
Feels like Noley Pie has been cruising with us Mots for approximately five weeks.
He knows how to rock a milestone though, and cut his first tooth on the morning of his half birthday.
He had his dreaded six month shots this morning and did not like that one bit. He is currently 15.5 pounds, which happens to be the on the light weight side of life in the 22nd percentile. He's a longy, though, in the 75th percentile.
His current loves include mashing the heck out of a banana in one of those mesh baby feeder things. He has kinda given up on pursuing crawling and rolls constantly. He squirms and squirms in your arms until you put him down on the carpet and then he's everywhere. Stuck under the bed, foot stuck in the laundry basket, stuck anywhere really. When I go to save him and pick him back up, he is sweaty from all his exercise. I didn't even know a baby could work so hard that they would be sweaty. I think this also probably explains the mere 15.5 pounds.
He is a good sleeper but doesn't really think much of snuggling before bed. Last night however, he was up four times I think. I blame the shots. (It took me two days to write this.)
He can blow a fierce raspberry and doesn't like to be left out. 'Hey! You are going to another room/cooking/getting the mail/changing the laundry??? Bring me too!!!!'
Red waffle jammies, Santa's helper or a lumberjack?
Just a forester and his lumberjack baby.
Remember those baby hats with beards that were all the rage? Hold on... let me find one...
Ah, yes. Noley the Lumberjack could rock one of these.
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