Mobility is here. This morning we have legitimate crawling moves over a respectable distance. Jackson's crawling coordination has been developing over the last few days and it's culminated into MY LITTLE BABY GETTING SO BIG. It's been really exciting to watch and I admit that my heart swells with pride seeing him doing it.
He's at a truly delightful stage and I love watching him play, holding him, spooning food into his mouth as fast as humanly possibly, and making him laugh. Since we got our naps down and started a third meal of solids, he seems more content than ever. My mom is coming to town tomorrow and I can't wait for her to see how "growed up" he is since she saw him a few weeks ago. Yesterday Jackson figured out he has hair. Hopefully that will distract him from playing with (yanking) mine. He also learned how to grind his bottom teeth against the top ones that are making their way down. It makes a horrible noise that causes my skin to crawl. Oh, Lord, please make it stop.
Most nights I'm awakened once in the very early morning hours to tend to Jackson. I've observed that a lot goes on in the night while we're asleep. For example, a car was parked with its lights on in front of out driveway a few nights ago at 3 a.m. So for the next week I'm going to record nocturnal activities in and around the house. Last night my cat woke me up to play at 5 a.m. (seriously?) and after locking him in the back room I slipped back in bed in time for Jackson to start crying. After feeding him I again slipped back into bed only to hear one of our cell phones dying somewhere. It was emitting the digital dying rabbit sound and in my dark house I had no idea where it was. Finally I jumped out of bed, desperate to put it out of its misery, just in time to hear it give up the ghost.
This is what happens when mom goes to dinner with her friends.
Only a baby could fall asleep like this. (I really want to tuck in that tag.)
Loving my biter biscuit.
Where'd it go?
Maybe looking a little like my mom when she was a baby.(?)
Crawling to my greatest prize - the remote control.