I am a giant baybee (13 pounds, 13.4 ounces).
Ok, not really, but I am closing in on that fourteen pound mark. I suspect that if mom keeps giving me that tasty fruit and rice combo, I'll chunk up in no time.
Kidding, kidding. I'm rolling around all over the place and using up tons of energy, so the simple carbs are a nice addition. I am working on some fun leg movements that go with crawling -- no idea what to do with my arms, but I'm pretty mobile.
Mom did try to pawn off that fake fruit, avocado, on me Tuesday.
I say phooey. Yuck, yuck. And made a lot of funny faces while mom fed me. And cried a lot later in the day. Much crying. Of the inconsolable variety. More crying than anyone's heard from me in quite some time. I do not like avocado -- it made me feel kind of sick and a little rashy, so that's off the list for now.
All was better Wednesday once I realized Mom was strapping me in to feed me something yummy! I was giving her some looks of serious concern until that first bite, given what happened the day before. Yay for nanners!
And I seem to be working on some tooths. Those aren't much fun -- for me or Mom, though I am being nicer to her boobs*... Mom is going to see what the doctor says about them at my appointment on Friday.
* That whole can't-bite-the-boob-that-feeds-you thing started to sink in. For now.