Thursday, April 3, 2014
Tonight Daddy had to work late, so we took our time with dinner and bath. First you ate butternut squash, then you ate pears, and then you ate banana. Except I just cut up the banana and placed it on your tray, hoping that you would try and pick it up with your fingers. Instead, you mashed them and pushed them around and played with them. Not one bit made it into your mouth from your hands. Shocking, considering you put everything you can touch in there. You also decided to take your finished bowl of squash and pears and wear it as a hat. Needless to say, when we were finished you were literally up to your shoulders in food.
In two days you will be seven months old. Yesterday you started pushing up onto your knees. You're cutting a new tooth. Next week you'll probably start asking to drive the car. No matter how old you are, you will always be my sweet baby, splashing in the tub for the first time, with dark long eyelashes and a silly, toothy grin. I love you and every single second I get to spend with you.
Posted by Kate at 9:53 PM