Well, 8 months have flown by. I'm getting big. Real big. It looks like I just might grow into my name someday. For now, I've got a lot of alternatives: Gus, Big T, Gamma Goo, Punks, lil' brother, T. Augustus, Mr. T (or B.A. Barackus) - take your pick. I can't be bothered with all of these names right now though, I've got serious business. I'm about 75% on sitting up these days. My head is the real problem. The second I get steady, the darn thing moves and shifts my center of gravity. My noggin does come in handy though for locomotion. I figured out that if I lay on my stomach and tilt my head far enough to the side, I can get a real good roll going (sometimes 2 in a row). It's so reliable, that I pretty much use this as my main mode of transportation these days. I'm still working on a little number called the rock and creep, but it's not as solid.
You should probably also know that I'm babbling a ton, working on waving goodbye (imitating mom's wild arm motions so that she can say that I'm "advanced"), sleeping in my crib, hating naps, eating solids, taking a music class (my dad bought me a small guitar for Christmas, but right now I just like sucking on the maracas - it's a percussion instrument), holding my own bottle and loving penguins.
But, you are probably just here for the pictures...
Hey there
Peas Please
Watching the game with the guys
State Wins!
I finally like my tummy!
Day at the zoo - I loved the penguins.
Good thing I wasn't driving...
I like to wake up much earlier than Dad does.
Life is good.
1 comment:
Jenny k.
you have the cutiest little guy, and i just want to squeeze those little cheeks of his. When you come home would you please come and see your your old coach that hung your underware on the windshield wiper of my car. going to Gonyons was so much fun with you guys.
Love ya
Denice
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