Top left front tooth broke though, the right one is allllmoooost there, but not quite.
Desi doesn’t communicate very nicely. Instead of talking he shrieks. So loudly. His only words are still just Mama, Dada, and as Calvin likes to remind me, Bompa. The other night we were driving and Calvin said ” Mommy, I am getting tired of the Dada’s” Poor Des, his bog word and brother doesn’t even want to hear it any more.
He is Mr. Independent. At the park he struggles to get down until I acquiesce. Then he is off without ever looking back. He could be the baby from that old movie Baby’s Day Out. However he has made little progress towards walking I don’t think he is going to make start at the 12 month mark. I try to get him to hold onto something and take steps and he just buckles his legs. He is happy with crawling now that he is so good at it.
Mr. independent wandering around the yard.
He is so stinky. Seriously, his breath is rank. Especially when he wakes up. He just oozes stank and with his constant finger sucking the smell is all over him. I love it and I could eat up his stinky little face.
Cooking up some stink.
He loves bath time with brother. After dinner when I get him undressed he can hardly contain how excited he is. He sits in the bath and splashes and causes a ruckus but Calvin likes having someone to be show off for in the bath, and Des really appreciates the show. After bath they have a cute crawling time where they both crawl around the front room chasing each other. It’s cute to see Des involved in semi-organized play.
Fighting, I love how naughty they both look.
He has completely given up “Baby Food”. If I try to feed him pureed anything it is spit out immediately through pursed lips. He will only eat people food. His favorites are beans and rice, avocado, pancake, and meat. Puffs are the absolute worst! Calvin loved puffs and they would keep him busy in the high chair when I was fixing dinner. The puffs just make Des mad, he shoves them off his tray right away and if I try put one in his mouth for him he carefully reaches in his mouth with his stinky little fingers, takes it out and throws it on the floor. He also still has a veracious appetite for paper, garbage, hair and dust bunnies.
This baby loves music. He is enthralled by Daddy playing the guitar and loves to try to play himself.
He has definitely found his naughty streak. Last night I was trying to clip his nails and no joke he bit my hand trying to make me stop. First he pinched and grabbed at my hand to try to make me let go then just clamped down with his little sharp teeth. All the while shrieking and arching and twisting. Heaven forbid he sit still for 90 seconds.
On the go
Next month Des will be a year old. I hate how true the cliché about time flying is, but it is very true. I can’t believe my little newborn has gotten so big. What a blessing he has been to our little family.
The little curl wings kill me.
Rosalyn Theory 