2. He started work on a molar. Two words: awe some. This bad boy tooth is taking FOREVER! Poor Andrew doesn't know what to do; however, he has mastered the full blown tantrum with legs and arms flailing and head rearing back. Aww, my little man is growing up. I have no pictures of this, but there will be showings nightly from 5-8 pm... and sometimes an encore between 1-4am. Yay, us.
3. Andrew's first Christmas Eve at Great Grandpa Gesino's house: We arrived at 6:30 for dinner and presents and tons of babies! My cousins all had their little ones, so the kids 5 and under were under foot no matter where you turned. Here's the rundown: Andrew- 10.5 months, Wyatt- 1 month, Ellie 2 months, Chelsea's son- 7.5 months (oops I forget his name, but he's so cute), BLT, the triplets- 18 months (each), Taylor- 3 years, Macy-2 years, and Jackson - 5 years. All the babies checked each other out and took turns burping and making diapers.... It was the perfect Christmas celebration. What about presents, you ask? As soon as the wrapping started being pulled from the presents, he flipped out. Apparently, Andrew is the only baby who doesn't enjoy playing with the wrapping. We went home, and he got to open them in the morning.
More to come...
:)
Anne
1 comment:
Don't worry...I'm sure with Andrew's sense of humor he will again, one day, rock a mullet...LOL...Blake can teach him how to grow it out :)
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