Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Charlie, eight months

Holy mobility. Those two words pretty much sum up the last month for Mr. Charlie. In case you couldn't tell from the ridiculous photos, there is no stopping the boy.

He isn't truly crawling yet, but a pre-army crawl of sorts will take him pretty much wherever he needs to go. Charlie can go from his belly back to his bottom (his downward dog form is excellent) and he is really starting to pull himself up on things. He typically seeks out wherever his sister is playing, much to her dismay. We are currently thanking my dad for making Mary Clare's kitchen set as sturdy as he did because all those handles and drawers are an eight month old's dream. I pay the price for this new mobility as well. Yesterday's target was my bathroom drawer. In the blink of an eye Charlie had the drawer open and was waving around the organizing tray like a trophy. Of course, along with this new pulling up skill comes its own share of bumps and bruises. Charlie sported a pretty little shiner on his forehead after learning that what goes up, must come down after a run in with our desk.
We are at eight months, and still no teeth. I'm not sure why I'm surprised. I checked where Mary Clare was at this point, and she didn't have teeth, either. Luckily, this has not squelched his appetite, although the boy does have some definite opinions about what he likes and doesn't like. The list of foods isn't nearly as long or as grand as it was with Mary Clare (summer foods vs. winter foods is what I tell myself), but he's had green beans, peas, carrots, butternut squash, sweet potatoes, pears, plums, mangoes and apples. I'm hoping to work some nectarines and additional squashes in during this week's baby food making session.
Charlie's not jabbering as much as he was last month, but we still hear the ba ba ba and da da da sounds from time to time. Thankfully, he is as happy as ever, although he does seem to be going through a bit of a mom phase. This was never the case with Mary Clare, so I'm trying not to rub it in too much to Chip when Charlie clings to me. Because I'm not a feeling hurter like some people I know.
The January and February photo sets are sadder than sad, but I've linked to them nonetheless. Maybe the public shaming will force me to upload photos.

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