And he walks.
For eleven months, he has sat back and watched. As his siblings ran around and played. But this past week he has joined them. He stands on his own two wobbly legs, giggles and chases his big sister.
I blow him kisses and he smacks his lips together trying to make a kissing sound.
He HATES getting dressed or getting his diaper changed. He screams and cries the whole time. He is too busy trying to get somewhere to play.
He says, "mama" "dada" and, "hi."
My third baby. Growing up faster then I can catch up with.