We can get him dressed and ready to go to church on time. But we can’t keep his shirt tucked in and we can’t get him to stop eating his tie. It’s OK with me: he’s so cute, and I don’t think he’ll chew on his tie when he goes on his mission.
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Here are some pictures of Paul playing in his playpen last week, just before bedtime. His new pajamas say “I’m so SLEEPY.” He doesn’t look it in the pictures!
Then there are two pictures from the next day.
We of course didn’t have a holiday this weekend, but Saturday was a lovely winter day: about 55 degrees and sunny! Daddy was able to get away from his weekend work for an hour midday, so we took a family walk up to the park. Paul went on a swing for the first time!
I also took him down the slide. He wasn’t very impressed. By the walk home, he was tuckered out.
It was a delightful day!
P.S. Paul is nine months old today!
I’ve started signing to Paul, every sign I can remember. The day after I started signing everything, he started babbling with his hands. The only sign he has consistently made is “More” and it looks like a clap. He signs it for everything: when he’s been in the bath long enough, when he’s ready for a drink of milk, when he wants to eat, when he wants more food, when he wants something. Obviously, he doesn’t know what it means, but he knows it communicates something.
It’s quite cute. Now it’s just a matter of time before he figures out that other signs mean other things and that this sign means something in particular.
And now I need to teach him “please.”
P.S. Tooth four, the other top tooth, came in this morning.
Paul’s third tooth (the top middle right) has pushed through the gums! He also has had a cold so he wasn’t very happy this weekend. But he’s finally sleeping and seems in good spirits.
I made a fun tunnel for Paul to crawl through out of the foam alphabet letters. I was excited for Paul to crawl through it. He didn’t really get the point.
At least I had fun!
Paul is such a happy boy.
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I was so hungry. I kept saying, “Mommy. I’m hungry. Feed me now.”
But she stood over by that “microwave” thing and stirred. I know what food looks like. I could see my food. It looked yummy. I wanted to eat it.
“Mommy! Feed it to me!” I called out. “Mommy!”
But still she kept stirring.
Finally, she came over with my food. It was mine. I could tell. It was mine, not hers. She had a spoon all ready for me. I sat up and smiled.
Here it comes! I thought. It was my food, and I was going to eat it. I laughed.
Mommy blew on my spoon of food. Then she made it fly all over the room. I had a hard time following it with my eyes. Then it landed-in Mommy’s mouth!
“MOMMY! THAT WAS MY FOOD! HOW DARE YOU EAT IT!”
I was mad. And Mommy was laughing at me.
How dare she!
I’m finding photos I haven’t posted. I’m sure most of you don’t care, but as I’m keeping this as a photo-journal of Paul’s life, I’m going to be posting some of them up here!
Back in June, the family took a train ride downtown to Melbourne. Here he is, a bit sleepy in his pram on the train.
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He had his checkup yesterday. Here are his stats:
Weight: 8605 grams (about 45th percentile) I could have sworn he was 10 kg. He’s so heavy!
Length: 68.5 cm (about 35th percentile)
Head circumference: 44.2 cm (about 25th percentile)
I love my boy! I can’t believe how little boyish he is; he’s not such a “baby” anymore.
We’re going to spend his eighth-month day by going to downtown Melbourne.