I love spending time with him. He's always making me laugh, smile and is always melting my heart.
One of my favorite things about him is his hair. I can't get enough of the mop on top of his head. Precious! I also can't get enough of his facial expressions. Here are just a few I captured...
Seriously? To die for!
He LOVES to eat! He averages about 3 jars of baby food per meal! NINE jars a day! What will my grocery bill look like when he's 16? Better start saving up.
When he eats, he stomps his foot on the counter like thumper. Just can't get enough of it. Except for green beans and peas. Not a fan.
We get food in my hair, his hair, forehead, hands, just about everywhere.
Look at those cheeks. I could eat them up! He loves his giraffe that his Nana gave him. Just about the only real toy he still plays with.
He always props his foot up like this when we go for a walk. I love it.
He doesn't really like toys. He likes basically anything that is not a toy. I keep having to get creative and give him new things to stimulate him, then after a few days, he's over it.
Straws, lids, remotes, Alan's phone (which he slobbered to death and broke it), measuring cups and spoons, whisks, spoons and mom's car keys and wallet are among his favorites.
He loves to hit himself in the head with things and looks at me with this face when it hurts and he can't figure out why it hurts. He'll just sit there and hit himself over and over. He also loves to butt heads with me. Over and over, he will just bang his head to mine. It's his way of saying 'I love you' and his way of giving me kisses.
This is his sad, pathetic sick face. :( Whenever he's sick he looks like this and just lays on me. Poor little guy. Just kills me.
Love his face when it's wrapped up in his towel. He's too delicious!
He can't get enough of his little lamb. Can't sleep without it either. He won't cuddle with people, just the lamb. When he's in his crib crying himself to sleep, he'll stop for a second to rub the lamb's ear or tail on his face (oh so gently) and then will go back to crying.
He loves to swing at the park. He loves to kick back and observe. He's just like his dad. Perfectly content just sitting there and enjoying everything around him, just observing the world, taking it all in.
He LOVES his dad. So much so that sometimes it makes me feel bad. Haha! I mean what am I? Chop liver? When he's with us both, he only wants Alan. They have this special bond which I find really sweet. AJ loves the guys. He can't get enough of Alan, my brother's, even my cousin that he met and within a minute wanted nothing to do with me. Just wanted my cousin. Alan is among his favorites, of course. Alan works so much that when he's home, AJ can't take his eyes off him and when he leaves, AJ screams bloody murder. It's heart breaking and sweet all at the same time. He's a daddy's boy. Just the way he stares at Alan is so tender. When Alan feeds him, he rubs his face like this. It's his way of showing him he loves his daddy.
We love bath time. He screams and squeals in delight. Especially when I pour water on his head. He thinks it's the funniest thing ever.
He sleeps in interesting positions. This is how I used to sleep when I was little. Now how did his sock make it across his crib? Silly kid!
He loves going on walks. Very relaxing for him.
We'll keep going, keep trying until he loves the pool. One day we'll get there!
