About a week ago Mr. M graduated from his army crawl to full on knees. He's also trying to stand like the big babies in his class. Not yet Milo!
I don't remember Collin putting everything into his mouth to the extent of Milo. Anything Milo finds equals taste exploration. He's fast too. The minute you spy the cord, the tiny lego, the cat food kibble or three-day old cheerio he's already reaching for it. He squeals at delight when Collin runs around or entertains him and also at Hurley the cat.
He's also talking a bunch. "Mamamama" most frequently. I'm not sure if I can correlate it to me yet, at this point it seems to mean more food. (That and slamming his hands down on his high-chair tray).
And there are teeth. Two little perfect pearls on the bottom. The not so fun part of teeth. Chomping down on mom (aka) food source. I gave him a stern "NO," and he erupted in tears which made me feel a little bad but not really. I'm hoping he doesn't make this a habit because I'm hoping to nurse him at least a year.
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