Its official... the J-man is crawling. Army crawling, that is. For awhile he was using a combination of rolling and scooting and twisting to go places (and oh, the places he would go!). But now, as I sit here and type, he's pushing off with his little feet and pulling himself arm over arm to reach his toys... In a straight line, at that. How did this happen?? He can barely sit up by himself, and very unreliably at that. His accomplishments are very disorganized, much to his mother's chagrin. Maybe he's aspiring to be like his sister... Until 2 months ago, I was convinced that she'd be reading before she ever agreed to be potty-trained. We've narrowly avoided that catastrophe...
In other J news, he continues to chow down on his sweet potatoes, carrots, and occasionally some sweet peas (disguised with a little applesauce, because Jude doesn't go green without coercion). He is drinking from his sippy cup at lunchtime, and even gnaws on leftover pizza crusts when available. Any food within reach is fair game, according to Jude... he lunges for whatever he can get and tries to stuff it in his mouth before we have a chance to react. Yep, we stay busy.
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You'd think with all that activity he'd be tired enough to sleep at night, huh??
cant wait to feed J contraband.
I hope, HOPE, no one tries to feed him things like ice-cream, creamed ice, frozen yogurt, dairy whip, or any of the other major food group.
Just saw your answer to Ree's question about music on her Zine competition, and had to say NO! THERE'S NOTHING BETTER!
:-)
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