::scootin' (backwards)::

(No chubby kids were harmed in the making of this blog post. Maybe they're weren't immediately picked up when they wanted to be, but that's a whole other story.)

My little little guy has started scooting a bit. But not forward, where he'd like to go. Backwards. Always backwards. It's because he's not bothering to do anything with his feet, just his arms. And every time he pushes against the floor with his arms he goes backwards, which really isn't what he means or wants to do.
But I think he's happy to be moving at all.

Yesterday he was hanging out on the floor of our big room--the carpeted floor that I wanted just for things like this--scooting crawling babies.
He's on the floor playing with toys, and suddenly I realize that he's halfway across the room, but still facing me. At that point he was having a good time with it.

And he scooted on. Suddenly he realized that he had scooted rather close to the guitar that was leaning against one of the walls. This was cool and exciting.

And actually rather captivating, really.

This is where things started to fall apart. I think he really really wanted to go for the guitar. So he started to try.








He was extremely annoyed with me for giggling and taking pictures instead of helping him go the right direction. What a mean mom.
I'll have you know though, that as soon as I was done being amused and taking pictures of his frustration, I picked him up and comforted him. I had too, he's too adorable. I can't help it.

And that's the scooting report for today.

::six month comparison::

0:

2 months:

4 months:

6 months:

Is this guy growing or what? He's still got those little worried eyebrows though.
I'm sure that eating two tubs of food per night isn't going to hurt his growth rate. I feel like I accidentally bought an Irish Wolfhound puppy thinking he was a Golden Retriever or something.
Love him.

::comparison::

Nov 2010:

Jan 2011:

March 2011:

::fun from week 8::

Week eight with our sweet Sandy.
He's darling and he's been sleeping great at night. Week eight found him stretching his nighttime sleep to four or five AM. Such an amazing thing for a sleep deprived mom.
He doesnt do so well with his daytime naps, but its hard to complain about that when nights are going so great. We're working on the daytime--slowly but surely (hopefully).

Some smiles from the week:


Oh how I love those full body smiles!!!!


I'm so sad that this little star suit doesn't fit anymore. He's growing so fast!


He now can sometimes get his hands into his mouth. It's a very happy and triumphant moment for him when he does! Like this:

BUT in the process of attempting to eat his hands he ends up scratching the crud out of his sweet little face. So sometimes for naps and nighttime he gets to wear socks on his hands.

I had gotten one hand's worth of fingernails clipped, but he didn't let me do the other one, the stinker. So he got to wear the
Michael Jackson sock look.

Another great week down, so many many more to go........