33 Weeks

Weekly pictures are getting tricky.


I've got to move fast because you've got other plans.


Places to go and people to see.


You really think you can walk and are letting go of the furniture more and more. And although it ain't pretty, I'm going to go ahead and say you're crawling. It's more of the worm with some arm motions involved, but you're getting places.

Three course meal: carrots and apples, acorn squash and corn, blueberries and pears. I love the colors.

Something catches your eye and you *must* have it. And within seconds you are there, grabbing, pulling up, and trying to examine it. Today I had to take a few things out of your hands and you didn't cry, but you looked at me and undid your diaper. Yep, grabbed the velcro tab and opened that diaper. Three times. I'd rather you scream and stamp those feet than go after that diaper. But I suppose you are well aware of that.


You are so stinking cute. I cannot get enough of that scrunchy nose and squinty eyes and crooked toothed grin.

Look at my teeth! Click to enlarge.

You're still very interested in people, but you've become wary of strangers. You give a coy smile, and bury your head in my chest. But you can't take it to look away for very long so you quickly whip your head back around and start the smiling and giggling exchange.




Today you made everyone, all 38 of us, in the post office smile and talk to each other about something else other than the horrendous service. Really, each and every person in line had the opportunity to interact with you as we snaked through the line. One lady even motioned to her husband waiting outside to come inside. You've got to see how happy this baby is! He had to admit, you sure were cute, but he could only shake his head at his wife.

"Reading" your books...upside down. I always think it is so funny to find you
flipping through books checking out pictures.

I'm so thankful for you, Bug. So thankful for all of the smiling we do. It feels great to be your mama.