He’s lovable and kissable and he’s doing this squinty eye thing that has us all laughing. And with three more teeth popping through on top, he’s not getting a whole lot of sleep these days – which makes him an angry elf much of the time. And even as an angry elf he’s still kissable.
48 weeks and he’s left the country! He slept, he ate, he cried, he crawled through the sand. That is living it up in the baby world. We were nervous to have him sleeping in our room since he hasn’t been sleeping well lately. Luckily, the closet was just large enough to fit a port-a-crib. It was dark, it was quiet and he slept like a champ the whole time we were there. And he’s cutting two upper teeth. Bring on the tacos!
Those high pitch squeals are real pleasant during our family dinners. Other times I can usually tune them out, but not at dinner. It’s his way of saying… Gimme, Gimme. I need, I need. Give him more food!
Although the rest of the kids enjoyed our impromptu trip up north to find snow – Briggs did not. At all. Perhaps it was the snow pants. Or the boots. Or the hat. Its hard to say what it was exactly, but he cried the majority of the time. We tried setting him on the sled. We tried putting him in the carseat. Unfortunately – he was happiest being held. Clearly, he was made for Arizona!
He’s got two teeth and by the way he’s been acting this week, I’m sure he’s got two more coming! With two teeth in that little mouth, he has been devouring food. I love the stage when they start to eat table foods more than they eat baby foods. He’s got some staples: bread, bananas, rice chex, cheerios, veggie straws, black beans and ritz crackers. He’s still coming around to avocados and northern beans. We finally got him taking a transitional sippy cup (he refuses the bottle) which means the weaning process can begin. Oh happy day!