This last month has flown by! Having Grandma Young here for half of it probably helped. Chet keeps growing and changing.
He can now roll over to either side.
Got a hair cut...looks so much better.
Loves holding onto his toes (I love it too, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, when he does it that is...)
He has developed a wonderful belly laugh!
Still is crazy about his sister, but if she starts playing too rough he lets her know with a shrill shriek. Or maybe thats how he lets me know...either way she stops. He also has learned that pulling her hair usually gets a pretty good reaction.
He is sleeping better too! Still with the help of the swing, but I'll take it.
He has been feeling so much better! Hopefully this third antibiotic will destroy all thoughts of any other ear infections.
He is crazy about his Dad. When he comes home Chet's eyes follow him all around until Tanner picks him up.
But I'm pretty sure I am his favorite. My being his total supply of food has nothing to do with it either.
I went off milk and that seems to have helped his eczema, hopefully it will help him sleep even better at night. I hope that boy knows how much I love him to sacrifice ice cream, my most favorite food in the whole world.
Really wants to sit up. Whenever I prop him up on something he uses his abs to lunge forward, usually landing on his head. He'll figure it out.
Mariah is a classic picky eater. She won't give anything new a chance and she has even started rejecting old favorites. Mealtimes are now a time of battle and the victor usually ends up with a bowl of yogurt or applesauce and a smug look on her face.
The other night I received divine inspiration. Like most girls from the age 0 to 99, Mariah is in love with the song Let it Go from Frozen. We were eating roast with potatoes and carrots. Mariah immediately turned up her nose and wouldn't even try it. But when I played this cover by Alex Boye she ate a whole bowl full, as long as I kept pushing repeat. At one point when I hadn't pushed replay, she looked up at me and sang with gusto, "let it go!". She was in tune and everything, it was pretty precious.
Tonight we had beans and rice. Mariah has never ever liked beans, but she ate a whole passel of them to the tribal tunes of Let it Go. Dinners may be a little bit more of a party now.
