Well, the camera was full again, so here are a few more pictures.
The boy in the park at Dumbo, which is right between the Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridges at the westernmost edge of Brooklyn. That’s the Brooklyn Bridge in the background.
Smooches! Monkeys have wet kisses.
Monkeys also like to kiss babies. The baby in the swing is Gus, Sarah’s friend Anne’s cousin Lauren’s baby (ha!). Guthrie sooooooo wanted to ride in the bouncy swing, but he was too big. That’s Ryan, Anne’s fellow, in the background.
Anne with Gus and Guthrie. Her two favoritest babies, I’m told.
This is what the tiredest boy looks like. I know we usually post happy boy photos here, but look at that pathetic face. Very, very tired.
Better times at the Central Park Zoo. They have monkeys (but no baboons). But! There is a carousel with HORSIES nearby. Certain small members of our household were delighted.
Near the sandpit in a playground at Prospect Park in Brooklyn. The boy was tired after a long day but he still enjoyed himself.
He managed to commandeer a community shovel, for one thing.
And he found a cup to fill and empty and fill and empty and fill and empty…
Sand fits nicely in every crevice and wrinkle of a boy’s clothes.
Happy boy with crayons at Two Boots, a good family friendly restaurant. They provide the crayons and the coloring books.
They also let papas color, if they want.
All modesty aside, look how cute our boy is. (Photos below.) He is very cute. Cute, cute, cute, cute, cute, cute. :)
Progress continues apace. He is a talking machine. He probably knows more than 100 words. He learns words after you say them two or three times, and then he remembers them for good, as far as we can tell. They are mostly food words, animal names, and people’s names. He still stays hello to most people we pass on the street. He’ll sometimes say a word a few times in a row, each time saying it more clearly, as if he’s practicing.
We set up the computer in our living room so that its screensaver shows random pictures of animals from Flickr. He likes them and can name a lot of the more interesting ones. He’s pretty good at generalizing, too, so he can sometimes even correctly guess the really weird looking ones.
Fulltime daycare, which we started about a month ago, was a little rocky at first (he would sometimes grab papa’s legs and cry when dropped off), but he made his first friend there, Mischa, who is 2. Mischa is Byelorussian, and speaks Russian, so Guthrie picked up “da” for “yes” from him. The daycare lady has three kids of her own and seems to adore Guthrie as much as she does them. Guthrie walked around for the first ten days or so calling every kid “Mischa” and saying the name in an inquisitive tone, apparently wondering when he would see his friend again.
The boy is very social and loves playing with the other kids. At daycare he will even lay down on his nap cot and go to sleep without a lot of hassle, especially if there are other kids nearby. Grant says: I now know what my mother meant when she used to say, “You don’t act like that at home.” He is indeed different for Tanya, the daycare lady. She was delighted to tell us that he had started saying, “Mine! Mine” but a bit crestfallen when we told her he had been saying it for months—he just wasn’t saying it around her.
He is a fiend for steps. Up and down, up and down, up and down. He likes to climb things on the playground. He loves the swings. You can make him giggle by pushing him very high or else rushing up to him on the swings from far away as he swings towards you.
He likes to wash dishes and his hands. Mama found a discarded toy kitchen set on the side of the street one day, so she lugged it home (many, many blocks, while also carrying boy), Papa scrubbed it off on the shower, and the boy has had a grand adventure with it ever since. He makes beeping noises when he puts stuff in its microwave, he moves his pots around (mostly big metal measuring cups we bought just for him), and constantly—continuously, it feels like—stirs everything with short little stabby motions of his “poons.” Sometimes half of our dishes to be washed are serving spoons, spatulas, tongs, wooden spoons, etc., etc., because he constantly wants them and we later gather them up in bundles from where he has left them on the floor.
In the mornings and evenings, or whenever he thinks of it, he likes to shout, “wash, wash” which means we have to go to the kitchen, pull the step-stool up to the sink and let him play in the water until he’s bored of it. He’s rarely bored of it. Especially if there are bubbles.
The other day he wanted Papa’s wallet, which he cannot have, so Papa gave Guthrie a dollar bill instead. He ran off with it immediately and stuffed it into the toaster of his little kitchen set. So Papa gave him another one. He did the same thing. He still plays with the two dollar bills and knows they are “munny.”
He knows his own name now. If you ask him, he says what sounds like “Duttry.”
We started casual potty training a few weeks ago. He thinks it’s a lark, but he’s only left peepee in it in the morning, never at night. We read him books and blow bubbles and try to talk modestly about his urinating successes instead of going overboard with the praise. Don’t want him to get any complexes or fetishes from Mama and Papa getting carried away.
Since the boy started daycare, Mama says its almost as if the boy only poops on weekends, since he’s mostly a daytime pooper and tends to drops his crott in his diaper for the daycare lady to pick up.
He likes lotion on his belly button and on his feet. He’ll ask for it.
He’s now grown used to the shower sprayer hose (and can say “hose") and likes to try to get Mama and Papa with it. At first he was afraid of it, but we slowly introduced it because it makes rinsing the sweaty, dirty boy more thorough and it makes bathtime much faster when it needs to be. He likes the feel of it spraying his belly. He’s still a little timid of the sprayers at the playground, but he likes it if Papa holds him (both fully dressed) and they run through the sprayers together.
Last weekend he went swimming for the first time. He acted like it was perfectly ordinary. His fascination with water and pouring it from thing to thing was only heightened, not sated. He did take a couple of accidental face dives into the water, but he recovered quickly.
He also likes being in his bed (his play yard). “Guthrie’s bed,” which he knows by name, is a special place where he has his stuffed puppy, his stuffed rat, and his elephant pillow. He’ll lay down and make little hissing noises as he pretends to sleep. He will not—yet—lay his head down there and go to sleep for real.
We are slowly weaning him off of breastfeeding in preparation for a trip that Mama will make to the UK for work in September. The boy and papa will stay in New York, so the boy’s boobie addiction will have to be cured, at least temporarily.
He likes music and will ask for it to be turned on, which is fun.
He likes broccoli, and will ask for that, too. We give him as much as he will eat. Same for the spinach pancakes, and the fruit, which he can mostly name, though a lot of it is lumped under “apple,” except for “peach,” which he mostly gets right. Likes cucumbers, too and will ask for them. And bread, and pizza, and raisins, and crackers, and Veggie Booty. Putting a name to things, as far as he is concerned, is a way of ordering and controlling his diet, so he takes full advantage of it.
He also will stuff his food into those little condiment containers you get when you have food delivered from a restaurant—they hold a couple of tablespoons—and then wave at it and say “bye bye.”
The first photo below is typical for the boy. He likes to put his food in his drink. I tell him he’s like his Poppy putting his cornbread in his milk. In this photo, boy has pizza in his bottle. He will then eat it. We reassure ourselves that he’s normal because when he does these horrible things with his food, he does them using forks and spoons, like a civilized person.
We went to the Bronx Zoo! They have a bug carousel. We rode a grasshopper. He loves the carousel.
Ever since Mama first took Guthrie to the Prospect Park zoo, he has loved the word “baboon.” He may even love baboons, we don’t know. He certainly says the word enough. Everything is a baboon. Animals he doesn’t know, people in the distance, random objects. He does it at daycare, too. For months, it has been our morning ritual to look out the window of our bedroom onto the trees and yards below and search for baboons (or “baboots” as it sometimes comes out). He’ll insist, Papa will lift him onto the radiator so he can see out the window, and we’ll search. We’ll usually see birds, squirrels, and workers building a four-story red brick building cater-corner from us, but not baboons. We think he thinks there are baboons out there because at the zoo the baboons are behind glass—on the other side of a window—so why wouldn’t they be on the other side of our window, too?
In any case, here is the boy with a real baboon! He was delighted.
Baby gorillas fighting. Our future should we have another child.
The boy is 15 months old today!
Lately Guthrie talks up a storm, with lots of multiword sentences like “more cheese please” or “more book please.” He also likes to wash his hands and say “wash! wash!” and he’s lately fond of “mine! mine! mine!” He also has begun eating with utensils, including a fork, making lots of little stabby motions. It’s mostly about the little stabby motions, but he does sometimes spear his target and get it into his mouth.
He now loves going up and down steps ("steps! steps!") and he says “thank you” whenever you give him anything—and whenever he gives you anything. He’s become an excellent mimic and can often repeat a word after it’s been said just one or two times, though it doesn’t always stay with him. That includes faces: he likes to make a little surprised face and then giggle and he’ll imitate just about anything Mama and Papa are doing or saying, especially a broad sweeping motion or a loud, weird noise.
Also, just today he discovered that it is HIGH-larious that you can pause and resume a Muppets video. Just the funniest thing ever. Really. He also finds it amusing to have his Papa rock him back and forth in his little rocking chair with great big motions.
And, of course, he’s still the friendliest baby around. He says “hello” and waves to everybody. He says “bye-bye” to everyone and everything, multiple times, such as when he’s putting down a book or when he wants somebody to leave.
In less than two weeks he’ll start full-time daycare, as Mama has landed a full-time job that starts June 30th. It’ll be a big transition for everybody. The boy will be away from Mama for the longest stretches ever, Mama’s starting a new career outside academia, and Papa won’t be able to step outside of his home office and see everybody whenever he wants.
The daycare is just an eight-minute walk from home, though, and the ladies running the place are very nice and have it kitted out with lots of new toys.
At the end of May and at the beginning of June the boy and Mama went to Iowa to attend Mama’s college reunion and worked in visits to two sets of grandparents at the same time. The boy, of course, is very different than he was when he saw them about seven months ago.
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With his Grandpa Parsons (Sarah’s dad) in May.
Sliding down the slide in Central Park in Grinnell, Iowa, near the end of May.
Left to right, Poppy (his grandpa Barrett), Grammy (his grandma Barrett), and Granma McDonald (Sarah’s mom) at the beginning of June.
Things with wheels must be pushed. The Baby’s Local 101 says so.
The boy is 14 months old today! We’ll post more photos later but wanted to leave you with these from an eco-fair at the park this weekend.
Guthrie is 13 months old today.
He has dozens more words, including “cracker” and “baboon,” (acquired after a trip the zoo). We were there again today. He says “baboon!” “BABOON!” when he sees them. And when he sees meerkats. The meerkats don’t mind.
The visit to the petting farm was also a big hit. The first time he went, last week, he seemed amazed that THERE ARE REAL LIVE SHEEP, JUST LIKE IN THE BOOKS. Today, he was less surprised. But he still kept shouting “baaaaaa!” in a stacatto voice, not a bad impression of a sheep at all. He even got fierce about it when one sheep did not seem to recognize his communication in a common language.
He loves to chase birds and always points at them. He likes dogs, too, and barks at them.
Let’s see, what else? More teeth are coming in to go with the eight he already has. We’re hoping the molars will come in soon. He needs them because his taste for food that requires grinding is something that is hard to deny, except that, you know, he might choke on the entire pear he is trying to stuff into his fat cheeks.
He’s also in that transition stage where he does not want to be spoon-fed, yet is not quite capable of feeding himself. So finger food it is. He seems to like fruit, vegetables, and bread. He does not seem to have much of a sweet-tooth—he doesn’t really get all worked up over ice cream, but you should see him cry when you take a pear from him.
He likes to get his teeth brushed. If you ask him, “Do you want your teeth brushed?” he starts brushing his teeth with his finger. He still loves his baths, too.
Since he kept stealing all the toy strollers at the playground, we got him one of his own (in manly colors). They are about $15 for the very cheapest ones. It behooves the parents of the palooka—that would be us—to keep him satisfied with his own things so he does not have to go about pushing other children aside and taking their toys. We are constantly urging him to be gentle, nice, careful, and polite, but he does not seem to be getting the message quite yet.
He also doesn’t really understand “that’s not yours” (for, of course, as far as he is concerned, everything is his), though he does seem to understand “don’t touch that, that’s Papa’s.” He avoids much grief by avoiding a lot of the no-no stuff, but we’re pretty sure it’s only a matter of time before all the no-nos have to be relearned.
One lesson that is kind of sticking is “yech!” We use this around trash cans and the diaper pail, towards which we make a disdainful wave as we say the word. He stays away from them. That’s one lesson we hope will last for a long time.
Oh, and he’s still the cutest boy in the world. :-)
This picture is the boy frolicking naked on the bed with a Milton Berle joke book, a temporary playtoy. Little boy nether regions need to air out once in a while, so after his bath we’ll let him run hither and yon, dangling here and there, with his little pink butt scooting about.
This is a play center. You can pay $10 per family and enjoy tons of toys that you don’t have at home. A friend’s cutie-pie two-year-old daughter was having a Jewish naming ceremony there, and we were invited.
The boy loves finger food like blueberries.
Below is Guthrie making the American Sign Language gesture for “more,” the only sign we taught him. He wanted more blueberries! When he does the gesture, he says a little plaintive “moooore,” too, with a descending tone. It’s very sweet. He learned quite a while back to generalize it so he’ll do it when he wants more food or more fun.
Papa and the boy eat a cupcake together at the group birthday party for 30 one-year-olds we went to a couple weeks ago. That’s right, 30 one-year-olds plus parents and siblings all in one big room together with food, toys, and balloons. You can imagine the scene.
Guthrie with hat hair and the new hand-clapping toy he got as a party favor from the above-mentioned party.
The koi pond in the Japanese section of the botanical garden. You have to point at the fish every time you see one. There are lots of fish.
Watching the sea lions getting fed at the zoo.
Dirt! Let’s rub it all around!
He went “baaaaaa!” to the alpacas, too, but they didn’t respond.
We all rode the carousel in the park. The boy cried when it was over—he wanted more.
The boy had only a little birthday party last Wednesday. We were all three very sick, so we asked our friends to stay away to spare them the misery, although Carol the babysitter wasn’t as lucky. All four of us are recovering, with coughs, runny noses, and general malaise still prevailing.
On his birthday, Guthrie had a fever as high as 101 or more—who can say, really, how hot it was? Wiggly little boys don’t make for the best testing conditions. Once we stripped him down to his diaper and turned on the ceiling fan, he cooled off enough that he was in a pretty good mood.
So Papa finished wrapping the little presents he bought for the boy. Mama was too sick to even leave the house to do her own bit of shopping, though she made a big batch of carrot and molasses cupcakes the day before. We’d already given him the big present of the tricycle a few days earlier.
The haul included lots of stuffed animals, books, and bath toys.
Oh, the tiredest boy!
We were still sick enough on Saturday that we had to cancel a trip on the train to an easter egg hunt at some friends’ house, and the boy was still feverish enough that we had him Porky-Pigging it around the house with only a shirt and diaper on.
For Easter, he got more stuffed animals, little plastic eggs in their own carton, some Cheddar Bunnies, and even more books.
The boy is another intra-solar-system traveler who’s made a complete revolution around the sun: as of March 19, he’s one year old. Right now he’s got a bit of a cough and we’re hoping it doesn’t spoil the day.
A couple of weeks ago we were at the house of our friends Al and Heather, who have their own little baby, Maxfield. Heather did this “boom!” noise that made Guthrie crack up laughing. So we tried it at home and found out it still worked. If you want to see the laughingest boy ever, check out this video. The audio is a little out of sync in the original, but the enjoyment is still there.
Click this to see the video:
These are some still pictures.
Guthrie loves the swings almost as much as “boom!” though he tends to be distracted by people.
This is his friend Nora in an adorable outfit her Lebanese grandparents gave her.
This is the tricycle Mama and Papa got Guthrie for his birthday a little early. His legs are just a tad too short to pedal or scoot around on it yet, but he does like to be pushed or pulled on it
This is a mommy group meeting. Guthrie was the palooka, the alpha baby, the bruiser. At this age, they’re only looking out for Number One.
This looks like a duet but Clyde and Guthrie were actually battling for control over the little piano.
The boy turns one year old next week! Lots has changed in a year—he walks and talks, for example—and lots hasn’t—he’s still as loud as a truck and tractor pull.
The baby voice is disappearing and the little piping boy voice is becoming more common. He’s been talking since a little after the ten-month mark, which is great, because it gives us insights into what’s happening in that little head of his. Basically, he’s nuts.
Kidding!
Here’s his vocabulary as best as we can tell.
Words Guthrie Says
Mama—He loves his mama. :) If you ask him, “What does the baby say?” he’ll say, “Mama.” He’s also been known to bang on doors and shout “Mama!” when she’s in the shower.
Papa—This first came out like “appa,” then “abba,” and now it’s more like “baba,” which is easily confused with “bye-bye” except he says this word in a normal tone of voice.
bye-bye—This one he still says in a much lower voice than all the other words. We think it’s because Papa says it the most when he leaves for work (or just goes to the home office, which is still a bye-bye situation as far as the boy is concerned). Papa has a low voice, so the boy uses a low voice, too. At first he was waving bye-bye to everyone and everything, but now he pretty much only says the word and does the wave when someone is leaving the room or apartment or even just putting on a coat.
banana—Comes out like “nana” usually, though more and more it’s like “mnana.” When he is sitting in his high chair he likes to shout this nonstop at the top of his lungs and point emphatically at the fruit bowl. The boy has preferences.
no—Oh, yes, that favorite toddler word has made an appearance, with a special twist. The babysitter says it in a kind of sing-song “NO no NO no” way and wags her finger, so that’s what he does, too. He says it all the time. He’ll walk around, looking at the stuff he’s not supposed to touch, and go “NO no NO no” and wag his little finger at it. It’s hard not to laugh. He’ll also tell Papa “no” if Papa asks for a smooch! (See more about that below).
sock and socks—Rendered as “sah” and “oxth.” He likes to chew on socks. It’s hereditary, but I’m not saying from which side of the family.
box—He’s a big fan of boxes. Drag them around, sit in them, carry them around, put stuff in them, take stuff out, bang on them, scratch on them.
book—Not only can he say the word book and knows what it means, but if you recite lines from some of the books that he’s had the longest, he will go dig through his stuff until he finds that exact book and then he’ll bring it to you. We know it’s the kind of thing that all kids learn to do but it’s still pretty cool. That’s been going on for months, even before he could walk—he would crawl, like a three-legged dog trying to chase rabbits, as he struggled with the book.
this and that—These showed up a few weeks after the finger-pointing did. He points at everything and says “Dis? Dat?” and we dutifully name everything in sight, touching or pointing at the things we’re talking about. I’d like to think it helps the vocabulary, but who knows?
block—He’s learned that his wooden and cardboard blocks and the ones in the books are alike.
cat—We don’t have one, but there’s one on the rocket ship (our name for the exercise saucer thingy) with an electronic voice that goes “meow,” then says “cat” and “gato.” Plus, all the books have cats in them and the computer screensaver in the living room often has cat pictures come up. He also used to love Papa’s impression of a cat’s meow. He’ll answer with a “mmmoo” sound if you ask him, “What does the cat say?” It’s his version of “meow.”
more—After Papa taught him how to do a hug, Mama taught him the word “more” so he could ask for more books. (He loves his books—over and over, though he grows impatient after a while and is happy to get new ones.) She also taught him the American Sign Language gesture for it too. This one’s only a week or so old, so we’re not sure if it’s going to stick.
duck—He has rubber ducks that he likes to chew on. Sounds like “dot” when he says it.
bop—Multipurpose word. “Bop” probably comes from the book Charlie Parker Played Be-Bop, which is a favorite of his. Like all babies, he has lots of B sounding nonsense syllables. Papa thinks it sounds like he’s saying “Benazir Bhutto bikes to Bujumburu to bring the boot budget.”
Words He Understands But Doesn’t Say
These are only the ones we’re sure of but there are clearly many more because he seems to get what we’re saying and act accordingly.
back in one minute—This is one of the things he’s understood for a long time. When Guthrie was much younger, Mama was in the habit of saying “I’ll be back in one minute” and holding up her index finger when she would leave the room and Guthrie was in the play yard or was playing with Papa. So Guthrie figured out that the finger meant that someone was going to leave the room. So he started spontaneously putting up his finger to mean “I want to go...” or “Are we going...” wherever it was he had in mind. So, if you say, “do you want to go to the living room?” he’ll put up his index finger and raise his eyebrows. In the morning he’ll sometimes sit up in the bed and put up the finger and the eyebrows, counting on us to understand that he means he’s ready to get up, get his diaper changed, and get dressed. Smart little bugger. Now we can just say “I’ll be back in a minute” and the crying stops almost immediately.
smooch, kiss, and hug—If you say, “Can I have a smooch?” (or “kiss") he’ll pucker up his little lips like a monkey and thrust his head at you. Except for his Papa! He almost always says “no” then. He will, however, give his Papa a hug when asked. He throws out his arms and then presses his little self up against you for a pretty good mood-booster.
five—If you say just “five” or the full “Give me five” he’ll hold out his hand and hit yours or wait for his to be hit.
bath—He loves his baths. If you say, “bath?” he’ll go to the door to the bathroom or look or move in that direction.
kitchen—Same for this: if you say the word, he’ll usually go to the right door and bang on it or try to open it.
clap—If you say “clap” or “clapping,” he claps. He’ll also clap at the end of books or songs or when his babysitter comes over. He also likes to take your hands and clap them together for you.
stomp—If you say “stomp!” he’ll bang his hands on the floor in imitation of some of the animals in his books, like the rhino and the bear.
cow—If you ask him, “What does the cow say?” he answers with a “moooo.”
dog—If you ask him, “What does the dog say?” he answers with “marf” or “arf.” He learned that from our friend Margaret. The other day we were on the subway going to a dinner for Margaret, who just moved to DC, and he started going “arf arf.” Behind us, where only he could see it, was a big picture of a dog. He does it for dogs on the computer screensaver, too, and for dogs in books. Neat!
bear—He knows it refers to the bears in the books as well as to the teddy bears he has.
belly button—If you ask him “Where’s Mama’s belly button?” he points to it and says something like “be ba.”
wave—He’ll do it if you say it.
buzz—If you say it or do it, he’ll do it too. We have a little game that when someone points with a finger, someone else touches it with their finger and goes “bzzzzzzzzzzzz!” He also knows that bees buzz.
nose—He can find Mama’s nose.
tongue—He’ll show you his tongue if you ask about it.
dance and dancing—If you say it, he’ll do it. We like to get goofy and dance around with the boy, singing a silly song about dancing in the living room, or dancing in the kitchen, dancing wherever we are.
get you—If Papa says “I’m going to get you!” Guthrie delivers a coy little mock frightened grin and then runs for cover on his mama’s legs or under the table or face-down on the couch. He loves being chased around the furniture.
keys—It’s a word that means keys, there’s no question, but it doesn’t sound much like it.
shhh—This has no meaning, really, yet, unfortunately, but if you say “shhh!” and put your finger on your lips, so will he.
And now we close with pictures.
Boy tries out his new rocking chair from Grammy and Pop.
The box! What a wonderful invention!
The boy loves piggyback rides.
The boy spent some time in his first snow today. Not that compelling, really. Here are some photos of the last few weeks, through his eleven-month-birthday.
The boy is offiicially a walker.
We decided a few weeks ago that “walking” is being able to launch yourself where you want to go rather than mama and papa putting you up on your feet to walk back and forth between them. By that definition, Guthrie is a walker. Wobbly, true, but he can take a dozen or more steps to get where he wants to be. He now does it all the time without thinking about it, although he still crawls plenty, too.
See a gallery of more photos from around his ten-month birthday.
Today was Christmas just the way we like it: get up to wrestle a happy little boy, open a lot of presents (and eat a lot of paper), have some raspberry waffles from the new waffle iron Mama bought Papa, take a nap (Papa), then spend a couple of hours in the park watching the ducks and the people. After the park, dinner at a friendly diner. The boy had an egg, a banana, and lots of flirting with the waitresses and customers. Then, we tested out the new bathtub toys: a mama duck and three ducklings, four colored boats from Grammy and Pop, a waterproof book, a green frog, plus the old standbys: two yogurt containers.
See the pictures here, including some of his nine month birthday on December 19.
Everyone’s favorite boy turns nine months old today! He’s now lived outside the womb just as long as he was in. Well, we technically passed that milestone a couple weeks ago since he was born a bit early, but who’s counting?
In these nine months, Guthrie has accomplished a ton, including tripling his weight and growing ten inches in height. That’s right, according to his pediatrician yesterday, the boy now weighs in at 24.5 pounds and is 31 inches tall. And of course, is perfect in all respects.
Guthrie has fully mastered crawling, pulling himself up to a stand, and cruising around on the furniture (doing his circuits, as Grant says). He’s an avid bye-bye waver and almost-meaningful-syllable babbler.
We’re all looking forward to the boy’s first Christmas. Guthrie is especially excited by the blinky lights that his papa has strung up for him in the living room. We’re sure he’ll also enjoy the crinkly wrapping paper on Christmas morning and maybe even appreciate his new toys and books from Santa.
The cutest, sweetest, smartest baby in the world and his proud mama and papa wish you all a Merry Christmas.
New, exciting pictures of the boy! See him crawl! Alas, no pictures of his new teeth coming in on top.
Long-awaited pictures! Click on the smiling boy.
Big accomplishments for the boy over the last month:
His first solid food.
His first teeth—two, on the bottom.
Lots of syllable-sounding talk over the last few days. It’s the kind of noise that makes you think if you just listened hard enough you could make out words.
Also still the cutest baby in the world. See the photographic evidence.
