m - you are all over the place. set you down, and i swear your little arms and legs are carrying you forward before they even hit the ground. you are pulling up onto anything that will stand still long enough. yesterday i caught you standing on a case of soda to try and reach a magnet on the fridge. i see many an ER visit in our future. this time last year you were still swimming in my belly and trying to break free. you are still such a little peanut with hardly any hair. just a few strands on the top of your head that stand straight up. its gonna be a chilly winter for you my friend. you are the reserved one, who sits back and studies someone before you even consider giving them a smile. you cry at the drop of a hat, but i am onto you - mostly its phoney. you are very picky about the texture of your food and quick to make a face as if i am poisoning you if you are offered anything thicker than a puree. table foods are going to be a slow process for you. but that smile that you give me when i pick you up out of your crib in the morning or after a nap makes it all worth while. i love you sweet boy.
k - you have mastered the army crawl, and for now it is getting you where you want to be. this morning for the first time, you pulled yourself up to the music table and played there for a good ten minutes resting on your knees. once you figure out how to get up on those feet i am gonna be in trouble. you smile at anything that glances your way, however not anyone can pick you up. you much prefer to be in my arms. you will eat anything i give you, nevermind that you still have no teeth! your smile warms my heart and your babbling brings a smile to my face. i love you chunka munka!
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