|My little pumpkin|
His "spit up phase" finally seems to be coming to an end. His teacher, Angela, is especially happy about this because before it felt like it was Banner's mission to crawl up to her and spit up IN her crocs every day. Even though it wasn't intentional, it kind of always felt that way. It used to be a REAL challenge to get to work without wearing regurgitated milk somewhere on my being, so I completely get where she was coming from. I always joked that my baby was marking me with the contents of his stomach so he would recognize me later when I came to pick him up.
|Hanging with Uncle Spencer.|
|Peek-A-Boo! I see YOU!|
To help soothe the teething beast, Trevor and I have been giving Banner lots of things to chew on including these Earth’s Best teething biscuits I found at the store. He absolutely loves them. Unfortunately, they are just about the messiest thing on the planet, and he get teething biscuit goo all over everything (including himself). He even shoved some up his nose last Saturday just for the hell of it.
Banner now babbles constantly. His favorite "words" are dada and mama, although I'm not sure he has actually connected them either to Trevor or me yet. He still consistently calls Gypsy, Alley and Haskell "ga", though.
He also has hair. I know it doesn't look like it in pictures, but that is only because it is THE EXACT same color as his skin. It is so light I'm not even sure it qualifies as "blonde". Can hair be clear? Because Banner’s is.
Ban is now eating Stage 3 foods, and ceased to be a vegetarian on October 17th. He is a BIG fan of the pureed beef pilaf. I haven't had beef since I was a teenager, and was secretly hoping my little guy would turn his nose up at it as well. But, alas, not the case. My cattle ranching father will be very proud.
|OMG, my FACE!|