This little guy has gone from rolling to scooting to crawling, and now he is trying to pull himself on various pieces of furniture. I don't remember the graduations of movement happening so quickly with M. I think I am going to have an early walker on my hands. He wants to be by his sister at all times. She doesn't always care for his company, but sometimes I catch her smiling at him and sharing her toys. In those moments, I am proud, and I am overwhelmed with the feeling of being blessed. He said his first words: Mama and dada. Most days he would rather squeal loudly, it is almost ultrasonic. This little guy keeps me on my toes. I love you baby boy.
Bonding time with Papa.
M: That's MY papa, not yours.
Me: He's Papa to both of you. He loves you both.
M: Pouts, gives C the evil eye and walks away.
Does the jealousy ever wane?
Meeting his cousin at his sister's birthday party. They kept smiling at each other. Also, shooting on auto mode was no bueno... manual mode for life!
Her expression reminds me of Salvador Dali.
Even professional photographers have cranky children who don't always want a photo taken.
Baby bowtie, baby jeans, baby suspenders = cuteness overload. And who said baby boy clothes aren't fun?! I love it!