Anyway, I swear he's getting more fun by the minute. He's rolling over like it ain't no thang now, both from tummy to back and back to tummy. He knows that if a toy is out of reach, all he has to do is roll over to get closer to it. I don't think he necessarily has control over where he goes, but he's getting really good at scooching around. If I leave him alone on his activity mat for 3 minutes, there's no telling where he'll be when I get back. He scooches his little body right off that thing. He can also make it from one side of his crib to the other in no time. Okay, like 5 minutes. But still.
|When did he get so big??|
His feet still can't quite reach the floor when he's in his jumperoo, so I put a blanket under them—and he goes to town! He jumped around maniacally in that thing for over an hour straight the other day, hootin' and hollerin' up a storm. He looks like he's slimming down a bit, thanks to all this new exercise.
|Felix is such a good sport.|
|WHERE DID THAT FACE COME FROM?|
He's so happy and smiley, and every single day, he does something that's so cute it almost gives me a stroke.
|Like the way he adores his daddy. (You have good taste, kid.)|