3 more things

Along with some of the more subtle changes that happen with Andrew on a daily basis, he has achieved three more major milestones.


1. Sitting up: He can sit up by himself. This amazing feat is not to be confused with the earlier ability to sit when sat. Before, Andrew would stay in the seated position until he eventually fell over. He would neither get to the sitting position, nor would he leave it. He didn't know how to do either. Now, he can do it all. When he first mastered this trick, Chris went to pick him up from a nap. He says to me, "Have you been in to see him?" "No, why?", I respond a little confused. I go look, and there sitting up like a big boy with Lovie under one arm, is Andrew."



2. Eating Real Stuff: You know from the steak finger incident, he can handle solid foods. More accurately, he loves to eat. And he eats any and everything (except peas, which we discussed this summer). Andrew has just one simple rule: He has to have his own spoon.He doesn't really care if that spoon has food or not; however, he must have it. He has eaten so much that he has gained 1.5 pounds in 3 weeks. Wow, gotta love the fattie.







3. And, most importantly, Andrew James now crawls. He crawls so hard. He crawls so fast. Hence, I am losing my precious blogging time. For, although this blog began on October 14, I am finally getting the videos added on November 8. Wow! So, almost a month has past, and I am finally posting it. How's that for a timely glimpse into Andrew's life.



He's napping at this very moment, so cross your fingers for enough time to at least catch you up through the end of October....


We shall see!


Bonus! What's this? Extra Andrew footage?! Yes, it's your lucky day. So, he does 4 things, but I don't really know know what the 4th is... You be the judge.





:)

Anne

Steak Finger Sassy

We have had some rather strange eating developments for Andrew. He has two very small bottom teeth that appear to have magical powers.


Up until a week ago, those beautiful little chompers have minded their business and let Andrew do his job at consuming only milk. Life seemed to be going great. Then, Andrew discovered Ritz crackers at daycare. Oh, the joy that those round little wonders can create when gnawed on and mashed into an infants hair and clothing.


After a day or so of eating these fancy Ritz crackers, Andrew decides he is no longer a baby. He thinks to himself, "What is the next logical step from breast milk and the occasional Ritz cracker?" He surveyed the virtual cornucopia that daycare had to offer, weighed the pros and cons of each, and decided on a steak finger meal.

The report for the day before, and the other 7 months prior, was always the same: breast milk, breast milk, and breast milk. Today, the report sounded a little different. The very sweet girl in charge of his nursery says, " He had a bottle this (breast milk -good start), he refused apple sauce (bummer), then he ate a whole plate of steak fingers and mashed potatoes." Tap the brakes...

I hung up and called Chris immediately. We laughed hysterically picturing Andrew snuggling into his high with a fresh steak finger basket from D.Q. Dipping each bite into his bowl of gravy and discussing the failing economy and who he planned to vote for.

I called daycare back to make sure we were discussing the same child, and we were. I told her I didn't care what he ate; however, I would like to slow it down with the meat. Now he's full throttle with anything edible, as well as many things that are not.

Welcome to solids, get ready for some weird poop.

:)
Anne

I know I'm biased but....

I know every parent thinks that their kid is so amazing, so cute, so smart, so whatever. I am now one of those parents. I cropped out all the yucky grownups, but I left Diane's new baby turtle the only place it should logically go: Andrew's sweet head.

Wow.

:)

Anne