Friday, September 27

Magic Eights

Dear Jimmy,

Hello you fat, happy little guy! We fondly call you our Fat Jimmy, our Fat Guy, Tiny Man, Baby Brother and Baby Doggie. You crawl super duper fast. You walk super duper fast along furniture. You stand on your own anytime you can. You have taken a couple steps with the walker, but prefer the faster mode of transport. You expertly walk between couch, ottoman and kitchen chairs. We call you Baby Doggie bc you crawl after us all over the house begging for food. Or carrying things in your mouth. I love it.

You are a titch over 22 pounds- your weight gain has slowed down bc of your activity & being sick with roseola for a week. My arms and back thank you, sort of. It still KILLS me to carry you around with out the Ergo, which you HATE bc you want to be moving. Catch 22 for me. You are 28ish inches tall (standing at the couch while i put a measuring tape behind you, very exact). Everything 12 month is just right or getting small. Most in the booty area. Skinny jeans can't handle your thighs, dude.

You LOVE Faye. You let her beat you up. You follow her EVERYWHERE. You think you are two and can do everything she can. You talk to each other in the car. It's so cute!!
You LOVE Daddy. You literally jump our of my arms the moment he walks in the door. He can't put you to bed bc you just want to play & talk to him & pull his mustache. You don't settle down AT ALL. As soon as mom snuggles you, you fall right asleep. You talk to your dad more than anyone else...

ANNNNNDDD we have your first "word" - DADA. The score is now 2 for Dad, 0 for Mom for "first words". You have a very specific, sharp, quick DaDa sound when it comes to your pops. You hear his voice on speakerphone, you say it. You see him walk through the door, you say it. You ONLY say it when he's around or holding you. It means Daddy. Your dad EATS IT UP. You light up like a Christmas tree when he walks through the door. I can't wait til he can teach you to play baseball & football. Good times a'comin'.

You are SO OVER baby food. Only proper table food will do. You also seem to hate formula somedays. Uhhhhh... problems. You can't give that up until 1, so get over it, kid.

You sleep okay. Being sick messed you all up. We're working on getting you back on schedule at night. During the day you have 2nd child syndrome, which means if we need to go somewhere for big sister, you sleep when you sleep. Sorry, dude.

The day you turned 8 months I caught you standing at the edge of the couch munching on paper. I said "Hey! Don't eat that!" and you smiled a huge sneaky smile, giggled, and "ran" as fast as you could along the couch away from me. I'm in for it.

Love you baby,

Mama (say it? mamamamamamama)