now, not to say that he isn't still delicious and sweet but he just likes to share his opinions loud and clear. when he is sitting in his little chair that attaches to our table, there is a bench below him and so he stands up tall and puts his hands in the air and just shouts! it's not that he is upset or mad, he just likes to shout at anyone passing by. i think he is going to be a charismatic sermon giver one day.
he eats constantly and if you aren't shoveling something in, he is shoveling something of his own choosing in. last night, he leaned over and grabbed a giant fistful of caleb's food and quickly stuffed it in his mouth. and there he sat wide-eyed with spinach hanging out of his mouth. if he is not eating, he is probably sleeping...which i am not going to complain about. he is my best napper yet....now to get him to sleep through the night and not lie in our bed kicking me and shouting at me and crawling all over the bed at two in the morning.
oh yes, he is also crawling....at least army crawling...it's like he is perpetually high-centered with that big belly but man alive, he can get around fast. i really need to invest in a baby gate for the top of the stairs because he will launch himself off that edge in no time. any recommendations? i need one that the kids and i can open without having to be rocket scientists. he also started clapping in the last few days and thinks that he is pretty awesome.
his favorite thing to terrorize is piano lessons. all the kids love him and he loves them. but he also LOVES to play the piano and sing and get under the piano and tickle their toes on his way to playing with the pedals. we generally position him as far from the piano as possible and then they play their pieces while he makes his way over. when he gives up on the pedals, he makes his way over to the fake ficus and eats the dusty moss at the bottom of the plant. yuck.
last night, we found out that he loves to sing in fhe. families are so important. i love having him as part of our family. it's like he was born into a club. it's a place where he belongs and is loved and adored and he knows it. and each of the others know it too because it's where they belong.
i have been mentally griping to myself about how much laundry i have and all the perpetual messes and how will i ever not feel overwhelmed again? but then i remember the club. how much i want them to have each other. and i love being the ceo of that club. eric is the president but i am the ceo.
if i die looking into these eyes, i will be a happy woman~
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| this is adam's very typical face...he loves to suck in that bottom lip. |






























































