February 24, 2016 by Heather
You currently have some teeth that are trying so hard to push themselves out of your gums, and it is driving you quite mad. This is called “cutting teeth,” but I really hate that phrase. It should actually be called “cutting gums,” because that’s what is really happening if you think about it.
You are still your sweet self though, save for a few moments of fussiness and frustrated back-arching and chewing on anything you can get your hands on. I just keep reminding you that you need teeth so you can eat cheeseburgers, and this seems to soothe your pain.
If I had to choose two things that really blossomed in the past month of your life, I would say 1) crawling, and 2) brotherhood. You still aren’t sitting up entirely unassisted, but you’ve pretty much got that army crawl down. It doesn’t look very comfortable, the whole scooting on your forearms and hiking up one knee at a time, but it gets you where you want to be.
In recent weeks, you and Parker have become two peas in a pod. He is mildly obsessed with you and wants to play with you constantly, which can, at times, put you at risk for more aggressive play than you may be ready for.
He means well though, and you laugh the whole time he is rolling over you or pulling on your legs and singing too loudly in your face. Wherever you are, that’s where he wants to be, and vice versa.
But as much as I love letting the two of you play together, I can’t leave you unattended quite yet. Parker is pretty rough with you, and it makes me nervous! I just know he is going to pull your arm out of its socket or something. You think he is the most hilarious person in the world though, and it is true, he is pretty darn funny. You boys have many years of playtime and wrestling and silliness ahead of you.
You are eating three square meals a day now, my growing boy! You really love sweet potatoes. You also take a morning and afternoon nap, and go to bed around 6pm and wake up around 7am! I always rub some Gentle Baby oil and lavender on your feet and temples before nap/bed, a little ritual you seem to enjoy.
I just know by this time next month you will be crawling all over the place, or pretty close to it! I guess I need to start baby proofing and vacuuming more often. Nothing like a newly-mobile baby to make you realize just how nasty your floors are!
I love you, Oli-pants. I’m sorry you have such a terrible nickname. Maybe by the time you are old enough to understand what we’re saying you will have a different one. My sweet, sweet baby. It is such a joy being your mommy.