What a month!
At the end of each month of Kai's life, I think back and say to myself, "Self, that was one crazy month."
Fuck those other months -- this one ruled them ALL!
On Kai's 9-month birthday, he still could not crawl. Two days later and he was army crawling. Less than a week later, he could sit up from a laying-down position. Before I knew it he was pulling himself up to standing -- on my pants, on the furniture, on my fingers.
Now he's a machine. He's unstoppable. He rolls around in his sleep so much that I hear him banging his head against the crib slats. He wakes up crying, and when I go check on him he's either sitting up or standing, holding on to the top rail of the crib.
He hates sitting still. He either wants to be held, or he wants to GO. I can barely change his diaper anymore -- as soon as he's on the changing table he's trying to roll off. He's kicked one of the picture frames that (until recently) was hung above the pad.
He babbles constantly, I can tell he really wants to talk. I swear he does the sign for "daddy" all the time -- but I just don't think he knows what it means. (Still makes a poppa proud though!)
This month was his first time eating yogurt (likes), fresh peaches (likes), and a nice tall can of STFU (doesn't like). He's not walking yet, but I can't imagine him doing anything less that will get me thinking that month will top this past one.
I really gotta put up the baby gates, Kai's getting tired of the Invisible Fence collar.
Fuck those other months -- this one ruled them ALL!
On Kai's 9-month birthday, he still could not crawl. Two days later and he was army crawling. Less than a week later, he could sit up from a laying-down position. Before I knew it he was pulling himself up to standing -- on my pants, on the furniture, on my fingers.
Now he's a machine. He's unstoppable. He rolls around in his sleep so much that I hear him banging his head against the crib slats. He wakes up crying, and when I go check on him he's either sitting up or standing, holding on to the top rail of the crib.
He hates sitting still. He either wants to be held, or he wants to GO. I can barely change his diaper anymore -- as soon as he's on the changing table he's trying to roll off. He's kicked one of the picture frames that (until recently) was hung above the pad.
He babbles constantly, I can tell he really wants to talk. I swear he does the sign for "daddy" all the time -- but I just don't think he knows what it means. (Still makes a poppa proud though!)
This month was his first time eating yogurt (likes), fresh peaches (likes), and a nice tall can of STFU (doesn't like). He's not walking yet, but I can't imagine him doing anything less that will get me thinking that month will top this past one.
I really gotta put up the baby gates, Kai's getting tired of the Invisible Fence collar.
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