Forrest officially sits without falling over (right away). However, he has limited success in getting himself into the sitting position independently. He is crawling up on his knees when he's on carpet. When it comes to the hardwood floor, sliding is his preferred method of transit. As of yesterday, he has two adorable baby teeth. Baby/table food is an adventure that he's eager to explore.
The only (cliche) complaint I have is how fast his babyhood is passing.
Emotionally, Lottie is a roller coaster. One minute she is the picture of charming three year old perfection as she stares down her Dad's newly shaved face.
"Dad?" she asks. "Where did you put your beard?" She is completely puzzled. Before he can answer she instructs,
"Go put it back on! You look dorky!"
Two minutes later she's on timeout for the third time that day.
Yesterday morning during breakfast, Eliza encourages Lottie to:
"Finish your cereal!" Exasperated by being told what to do so early in the morning, Lottie huffs back over to her bowl, climbs on the stool and shouts her new favorite word:
"FINE!!!" and then she adds, "Gosh Eliza, you don't have to judge me!" What the heck!?! I was laughing my head off. No clue where she got that one.
His eyes are still crossing on occasion which leads us to believe an operation is in his near future. :(
Even with a crossed eye, he's super handsome. His heart is gold and I think often about his future wife and how lucky of a lady she will be.
(Or don't. Because honestly,
who wants to watch an exciting super bowl game, anyway?)