Harry has officially lived on the outside just as long as he was cooking on the inside. Why is it that this half seemed to fly by much quicker? I don’t think that’s very fair.
Man on the move. There is no rest for the weary – or Harry – from the moment he gets up at 6AM until he is sleeping again. The kid is on a mission and that mission includes pulling everything off the shelves, walls, out of baskets, drawers, etc. Everything is fair game. He doesn’t like to sit still, which was very apparent at his doctor’s appointment this morning. It’s go, go, go, and the only time he is content to sit is when he is in the stroller. He loves the outdoors, this kid.
Harry now sleeps through the night (yay!) and is a champ about it. He is on a pretty regular sleeping, eating, pooping schedule now. He takes full advantage of those six teeth, eating almost as much as I do at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and then he drinks lots of milk in between. His favorite foods are beans, bananas, blueberries, and soda water (that’s a food, right?). His face lights up when I pour myself soda water, and he sweetly requests it using baby sign language. He says Mama, Papa, and Dat, which I’m pretty sure means “Bad Cat” as he gets very serious and repeats “Dat” anytime Calvin is in trouble.
Our sweet boy is a lover of books, dancing, and swinging, and determined and stubborn as ever. I swear, he’s going to change the world one day with his tenacity, so we’re working very hard to teach him to do good. Is it possible to love this kid anymore? Probably. But I can’t imagine it.