Leaps and Bounds

Just last week, I talked about how many new things Paxton is doing now. Well, he's topped himself. He now is really adept at pulling himself into a standing position. He pulls up on the couch or in his crib. He really likes climbing up using the drawers of his dresser. He's so close to slamming his fingers in those drawers. I hope Chris and his dad can put the safety latches on them this weekend. Luckily, Paxton bounces back quickly from little falls. He was screaming the other night when he was supposed to be napping. I went in to check on him, and he was standing in the crib with a bloody lip. He was fine once I picked him up, but my heart ached for him. This morning, I noticed two little bruises on either side of his forehead. I assume it's from falling in his crib.

I have been feeding him some new things lately. I think he's ready for a wider assortment of finger foods. He's obsessed now with his Baby Mum-Mums. This weekend, we let him eat bites of a banana. He's had banana before, but usually on a spoon. This time he got to eat it like corn on a cob. It was very cute. Last night, at dinner with the Bible Study ladies, he finished his dinner before mine arrived, so I was desperate to keep his hands occupied. Going against my health kick with the majority of his food, I gave him a tortilla chip for each hand. He was in hog heaven. He kept going from hand to hand, taking little bites from each. And today, at playgroup, I let him munch on a strawberry. I got distracted for a minute and he ended up shoving the whole thing in his mouth. I had to dig it out. He likes to shove as much food as he can in his mouth. He must be descended from a chipmunk. The cheeks would suggest it.

Just yesterday, he started doing a clicking thing with his mouth. It's the same noise that you'd picture a smarmy director making while pointing his finger at someone. We go back and forth between us, clicking at each other. I feel like we're some sort of tribal family. Last week, all he would say was "mama". This week all he'll say is "dada". He gets stuck on his favorite sounds of each week.

I guess instead of writing about my little man, I should go play with him. He's been sitting in the high chair, dining on teething biscuits while I take this time to brag about him. Time for some one-on-one goodness.