He’s got two teeth and by the way he’s been acting this week, I’m sure he’s got two more coming! With two teeth in that little mouth, he has been devouring food. I love the stage when they start to eat table foods more than they eat baby foods. He’s got some staples: bread, bananas, rice chex, cheerios, veggie straws, black beans and ritz crackers. He’s still coming around to avocados and northern beans. We finally got him taking a transitional sippy cup (he refuses the bottle) which means the weaning process can begin. Oh happy day!
He’s 10 months old and tipping the scale at 16 lbs. He’s not our biggest baby, that’s for sure. But when I’m packing him around, I’m okay he’s a lightweight. He’s built just like Hunter as a baby and he loves food. We introduced him to black beans this week and he devoured them. He also finally caught on to the sippy cup concept which means the weaning process can begin. Oh happy day.
He’s 10 months old and had his first Christmas. Fortunately, he had no interest in the tree and never tried playing with the ornaments. We purposely didn’t put out any gifts – although judging by his Christmas morning, I’m not sure he would’ve touched them anyway. We’ve had three fall babies – which means they all slept through their first Christmas. And then we have two spring babies who were old enough to be awake – but still not old enough to get it. Briggs was just old enough to crawl around and mess up his siblings piles! And when he wasn’t playing King Kong, he wanted to be held.
This is his, “I’m done being cute” face. Is it nap time yet?
And for comparison sake here’s a couple photos of baby’s first Christmas.
(This photo was actually taken just a few days before Christmas – He looked a little different on Christmas morning after his accident with sitting.)
I wish more than anything I could squish Briggs’ long and lean body into this Christmas sleeper, but I think it might be considered torture!
We’re bringing in a new year – Briggs’ style. This picture makes it look as though he can stand on his own – he can’t. He’s laying down in this picture! He brought in the new year at approximately 9:45, tired and rubbing his eyes. He was tired of watching everyone play dodgeball and he really didn’t care for the dance party in the dark room with glowsticks. So he was off to bed to dream of party hats and noisemakers. He’s ready for the new year and so are we!
He saw the man in the red suit and he wanted nothing to do with him. I don’t blame Santa – he has the same reaction to most everyone…except mom and dad. He liked Santa from afar and the second he could sense he was leaving the safety of Steve’s arms, crocodile tears started to form and the screams erupted. His aunts and cousin spark the same reaction. It’s getting old quickly!
His first tooth finally poked through and he’s cutting a second one. We’ve now gated the stairs because he learned how to go up, but hasn’t learned the art of coming down. He’s also climbing up in his crib. He’s in a new stage of dangerous! He makes sure the attention stays on him – the youngest child syndrome is already taking shape.