Poor Caleb, the victim of second child treatment to the fullest. Two years ago, I was Super Bloggin Daddy throwing up a monthly post on Ben's progress, milestones, etc, etc. Poor Caleb gets the shaft.
I'm sure I'll pay for it someday. As he is quickly catching up to Ben in size, it won't be long before he is looking down at me and can kick my ass too! I can see it now, arm wrestling his old man at 15 years old and giving me a little extra wrist twist to get back at me for not putting up monthly blog posts with his photographs.
Well, I will let the photo do the bloggin here. Does the word cute do him justice? Probably not. You gotta see him express himself by doing his little "sit down dance" where he just bounces up and down, or when it almost seems like he is using heavy nose breathing to communicate or chant (yes that sounds weird but trust me if you see it, you'll appreciate the cuteness). Then you can't get through a feeding without him graciously offering you a cheerio, pea, or whatever else is on his tray, for every bit you give him, he wants to share a bite with you. Priceless.
As for milestones. Little big man is still not technically crawling, yet if you leave the room for two minutes and come back, you'll discover him on the other side of the room having somehow managed to move 6 feet without crawling. He is not pulling himself up yet, but he'll stand all day long around a coffee table if you prop him up like that. He has already been to the chiropractor two more times then I have in my life (twice), to treat ear infections. Hmm...let's see what else. Okay that is all for now on the blue eyed bandit. Gotta get some work done and get the red pen out to correct all my NCAA brackets!
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