Right now, Jackson is crawling around my office wearing a onesie that says “No pants are the best pants.”
I’ve got a suitcase open behind me because I needed to distract him earlier while I got some work done.
The suitcase was chosen for a number of reasons. One, it’s something he could crawl into, which he seems to enjoy doing these days. The other day I caught him trying to be table decor after having pulled down my beautiful coffee table tray and sitting in the middle of it.
He also got several hours of enjoyment out of sitting in his baby bathtub in the laundry room.
The other purpose of the suitcase was to give him a flap that was safe to open and close. My hopes was that this would replace our desire for the toilet *rolls eys.
He can stand up! We are so close to walking, but I’m not going to rush it. Lord, just crawling changed my world.
He’s great at feeding himself and loves to eat. And eat. And also, eat. Which he does pretty successfully even though he only has 4 teeth (although all signs point to more coming soon!)
No other words besides Momma and Dada. But that’s ok. He can say only Momma for as loooong as he wants ;)
We’ve decided when he falls down and cries he’s doing so because he’s mad that he fell not because he’s hurt. Sometimes he’ll hit his head or something else and not make a peep about it. But if it happens while he’s trying to do something, there’s a cry of digust (maybe that’s too harsh a word, but I couldn’t think of anything else).
He yaps a lot at home, but not really when there are strangers around. I don’t know how much of that is personality or just general baby hesitation to unknown people/things.
The fact that he’s going to be a year old pretty soon is a mixed bag of emotions for me. I can remember when he was born so clearly, but at the same time it feels like forever ago that we lived life without him.
I’ve enjoyed every stage so far, and I can’t wait to watch this kid grow and change and love his Momma more everyday ;)