| Only New Orleanians have clothing with images of food on it, my Lil Shrimp Poboy. |
Communication is reaching new levels but I'm still working to understand. I am ready for you to talk, baby boy. You gesture and fuss to try to get your desires across but it can be frustrating for both of us when I am not sure what it is that you're wanting.
I LOVE when I finally get the right food item on your tray and you put your lips together, say "MMMMM" pat your belly, and smile. Makes for lots of dinnertime giggles.
Freddie has also taught you to take a swig of milk and then let out a big "Ahhhhhhh." That's a Papi goofball original, in case you are wondering where Freddie learned it.
You understand a lot, even the word "No." You flex your muscles and disregard it, and it's obvious you're making a stand. Makes us smile. You do listen to my "no"s quite often as well as my requests to hand me specific things. The best is when you follow through with my request for kisses and lean in for some. It's actually even better when you initiate those kisses and lean in for some love unprompted.
Your hair is lightening up in the sun and your skin is tanning. I also think you're slimming down and getting longer, although your thighs are still pretty beefy.
You're taking imitation to a new level: You're helping me change your diapers. You reach for a baby wipe and then try to clean yourself up. Not exactly helpful, but very cute.
Still no independent steps, and you are still not happy using the walker. You do cruise around on the furniture and use your slither to speed around the house after Freddie. You're also getting brave and climbing up on the small chairs as well as climbing up on the trundle and then onto the bed.
We love you, Hansie Monster!










