as of last night he’s actually trying to get up on his knees to crawl, although he’s perfected the military crawl so well that i have a hard time catching him when he gets determined to be somewhere. i’m to the new phase of chasing down every lego head and broken crayon that hits the floor (so far, i think i’ve been successful – i’ve found no foreign objects in the diaper region as of yet, although, i’m sure to be surprised soon!). and he pulled the trash can over on himself the other day – must find a new home for it. he also pulled up to his knees on the dishwasher while i was unloading dishes the other day. as a friend said, “and you were worried!” and now i think he’s laughing at me, saying, “watch as i do nothing for 6 months and then try to catch up with me in one month! ha ha, sucker!” when the kids are running around the house yelling and playing he will yell with them while smiling and lunging forward. he so wants to do what they’re doing! not long, little guy, not long. he throws complete outloud fits when something is taken away from him. he loves playing with his daddy more everyday. and the screaming for no apparent reason is just a vague memory. he’s eating some of the table food we’re eating about one meal a day – mashed potatoes, green beans, sweet potato casserole, applesauce, bananas, even muffins once. the big difference between him and all the others is that i’ve wised up and realized that prior to about 50 years ago babies ate what the family ate. not out of jars. and with the first 2 they ate nothing but jar food food for forever. my girl wouldn’t eat jar food and threw me for a loop. with very little money, i don’t buy jar food. well, duh! good grief, the money wasted on the first ones. because, really, they’re only learning how this eating thing goes anyway, it’s not really about their nutrition. he’s getting that from me. and could get only that for 3 years if he needed to, feeding him table food is allowing him to sit with us as a family and experience new things and he just likes it, it’s not really to keep him alive. how am i having this epiphany now, on my 4th? if i were to keep having kids i’d have this thing down pat! when he doesn’t want to be held it’s nearly impossible to hold him wiggling like crazy until you put him down or almost drop him – i’d forgotten this – my girl sat pretty still, but the boys, oh, the boys. if there were a sentance to sum up this new stage it would be: he’s so busy.
