Poor second child Merritt.
My updates on him are long overdue.
They are coming. Here is a preview.
He is on the move all the time.
Climbing tables, chairs, toilets, desks, drawers, couches, and recognizing that if he can get to the toy box--then he can reach another chair--and then the picture on the wall.
To watch him move is to experience wonder at this bowlegged little mover.
And, boy, is he bowlegged.
We all love him.
He is the hugger and the kisser in the house.
Moments of hysteria are saved for when he sees the milk and is afraid he won't get any (but only if warmed in a BOTTLE--little stinker).
When he doesn't want to stop but you want him to stop, he'll fling his hands to the sky and make his body slipperier than a greased up watermelon.
He knows when he up to no good and tries to get away.
He looks for his brother the moment he wakes up and watch out big brother if you aren't awake yet.
"Bawww!" (ball)
"DADA!" nothing like getting your named squealed in little boy delight.
"uu-uu-uu" means water, food, toy, book--exclusively.
He is too busy to sit still to read a book. Often, I just read as he wanders the room. Scripture time is harder as he isn't content to wander at that time of the day . . . he wants to dismantle.
Out of the blue signed for banana yesterday and said,"nana." I taught him that once like weeks ago.
And, he is smarter than his momma.
