This little lad has 9 pearly whites. It’s very possible that tomorrow he’ll have 11 {Lord, please, just bust those suckers through!}. To say that I do not heart teething would be an understatement of apocalyptic proportions. He enjoys sinking all 9 – on regular occasion – into his big sister’s shoulder {much to her chagrin}, his mommy’s toes {only when my toenails are painted. What can I say, he’s a picky eater}, and sadly – resulting in the abrupt decision that 1 year old is the perfect time to wean this babe – my nipples {am I allowed to say nipples on here?}.
Bug loves music, and doesn’t miss an opportunity to dance. He alternates shaking his head, clapping his hands, and pulling off the full-body wiggle. Being male, I understand his reluctance to do all 3 at the same time. That would classify as multitasking. And boys don’t do that {or so my husband tells me}.
While crawling is still the preferred method of transportation, walking is just around the corner. He has 9 steps under his belt and gets a kick out of trying to beat that record. However, walking does happen to conflict with his sporadic, and yet intense, desire to adhere himself fully to me. He pants’d me yesterday in a desperate attempt to climb up my right leg while I cooked dinner. Standing over a hot stove always feels better with pants around your ankles. You should try it.
His smile lights up our world. Those gorgeous blue eyes and {painfully} sharp little toofy-pegs that peek through those kissable lips…it just turns me into mush {despite his recently acquired, less-attractive ability to clear rooms and abruptly end phone calls with a single, 39 second long shriek. It’s somewhere between operatic and banshee}.
Bug is so sweet spirited and playful. He adores a game of hide-and-seek meets peek-a-boo with his sister {who adores him to pieces}. He’s sleeping like a dream, and continues to slurp down his heart-meds like a hungry pup {sugar….aarrrg!}.
Tis’ true…we’ve all gone Buggy for this boy.
