I can't believe that in one month...one month...Gerry is going to be a year old. He's looking less and less like a baby and more and more like a little boy (to me, at least) and I'm not sure how I feel about that.
He's still the happiest little guy I know, and he just loves to get into mischief these days. Now that he's able to crawl, cruise along furniture, and climb stairs (eek!) he is all over the place. He's actually really good at getting up the stairs, and he can climb a full flight with no problem. Coming back down, though, is another story. He pretty much just sits down, which results in him tumbling backward literally ass-over-elbows every time. But it never stops him from climbing back up again!
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| This is the face of a little boy who knows he's been busted |
Bailey is still his very favorite person ever. His face just lights up when he sees her, and she loves him just as much. He's constantly crawling over to play with her when she's on the floor, laying his head on her shoulder, and grabbing her for his version of a kiss. I say it all the time, but I adore how much they love each other. Can't get enough of it.
Gerry is eating like a champ these days, and we've pretty much finished with purees. Now he eats what we eat, just cut up into tiny pieces. His favorites, like Bailey's, are veggies -- green beans, peas and carrots. He doesn't turn anything down and eating is pretty much one of his favorite things ever.
As far as talking goes, he's still mostly babbling. We get "Mama" and "Dada" and every once in awhile I swear he says "Hi." Otherwise, it's just lots of noise and giggles. Speaking of noise...he thinks it's the awesomest thing ever. He gets the biggest kick out of shaking rattles, banging on pots, and knocking things together to make noise. The louder the better!
He's become more affectionate the last few weeks and I can't get enough of it. He's never been a snuggly baby, always preferring to move around and to watch the things going on around him. He's still like that, but now he looks for me and reaches for me often. When he gets hurt or sad or angry, he immediately starts crawling to me and wraps his arms around my neck when I pick him up. On Thanksgiving, we were surrounded by A LOT of people. Gerry got a little overwhelmed and started to cry and try to wriggle out of Scott's arms and into mine...I've got to say, it made me feel good!
In another few weeks we'll be celebrating his first birthday. Where did the time go?!