You have exploded with personality this month - clapping, laughing (trying out the laugh of each person you meet), "the grimace", crawling everywhere with hands spread in the sweetest orientation (pinky extended way out, three fingers close together and thumb alone), pulling up on me (and often pulling off my skirt in the process, cute at home not so fun when we are out) and entertaining us all. I finally found the key to feeding you, absolutely no "baby" food - you want to eat what the big kids eat, chewing chunks of whatever it might be - I am trying to embrace it as you choke down huge bites of avacado, frozen blueberries and raw carrots. Happy Independence Day little fella.
Sorry that you have inherited two extra mamas in the form of your older siblings, know Kasper will always lead you to the dangerous (and wildly fun) things to do and AnaSofia will be the voice of reason. Take notes from each.
They really love you, and so do I, every inch of you.



1 comment:
So very sweet!
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