dear sweet pieces,with the pandemonium that is you cutting your first tooth and getting your limbs caught in your crib slats, i plum forgot to blog about your 22nd week birthday :-( i'm sorry, chicken... i'll try not to let it happen again.
this past week (and two days) has been full of teething tablets and moods that change on a dime. yes, mr. chicken, you go from laughing and babbling to all-out screaming and back to laughing and babbling in mere moments. it's almost mind-boggling... if it weren't so funny!
speaking of funny, lately you have been playing 'skydiver'. you roll yourself onto your tummy and start flailing your arms and legs... it looks like you have just jumped out of a plane... priceless!
we have been creeping toward baby-proofing your surroundings. we have replaced our living room tables with round, super sturdy ones. your climbing blocks have made their way downstairs and all of the things with cords are way out of your baby reach.
you have become quite an ace with eating your baby mum-mums. it's hilarious to watch you gingerly eat the rice crisps... and you no longer miss your mouth! you also seem to be fond of taking your pacifier out of your mouth and popping it back in. well, actually, you pop everything into your mouth. everything.
you are growing up so fast, chicken. sometimes i have to remind myself to stop and savor the wonder that is you... the baby you... with your chubby thighs and your dimpled elbows and your wide open smiles and your open mouth kisses and your twinkling eyes... you take my breath away. every. single. day.
happy 22 weeks (and 2 days), love!
What lovely chubby cheeks! I want to give them big kisses!
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