Zander is six months old. I don't even know how it got here so quickly, but he is a hoot and half. He has become a rollie pollie all over the floor so I have to keep a sharper eye on him now. He moves and wiggles all night in his crib so when I go get him up in the mornings I usually find him squished up against the side of the crib or flipped upside down. He laughs at anything and everything. Last night he was a little grumpy so Stephen grabbed him and put him on his lap, but Zander kept crying until I looked at him and he just laughed and laughed. I'd look away and he'd start sobbing again, and I'd look up and he'd laugh. He did that for a while until he was too tired and fell asleep.
He is getting a tooth on top! I'm pretty excited about that, but at the same time not looking forward to all the whining and fussiness. Zander weighs 17 pounds and is 28 inches tall. He loves eating so he's getting to be a chubster which means I squish his legs all day long. He is such a happy boy and loves to go outside with me to see new things.
He squeals and screams (a happy scream) All. Day. Long. It's better than him crying, but he loves to exercise those lungs of his and they are getting louder every week it seems. He loves to suck on his toes and is getting better and better at sitting up on his own.
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