The Big Phony
This is my youngest son John William Carter IV. He is a Big Phony. He cries like somebody’s hurting him and the second-I mean the very second-I come into view he dries up like he never shed a tear.
He’s 7 months old now and he’s amazing to watch. He rolls over, eats cereal, fruit, and veggies. (We’re moving him to meats soon) He babbles, plays with toys, and watches TV like he really knows what’s going on. He loves his stuffed toys and his rattles, loves to travel, loves attention (but not too much at one time), and loves playing with remote controls and digging through my purse. He’s also a Big Drool Machine. He’s teething. My husband I check his mouth everyday looking for the first two teeth to finally break through.
You might think we’re crazy, but we think that he might have said his first word. He said “hi” last week. Twice. But that’s what we thought we heard.
Also, I don’t know if it’s Acquired Baby Skills or not, but John-John will do stuff that gets on our nerves (not going to sleep, not sleeping all night, refusing food, crying like it’s the End of the World, etc) but then he will smile like he wants us to forget that we’re annoyed with him. And we usually do. Then we have his Big Brother David watch him while we get some sleep.
Toodles!!
Next week, it’s the post that my husband is not happy about me writing: Why I *Heart* Dennis Haysbert. I know it’s been a long time coming, but I have to make sure that my ode to my TV Boyfriend is on point!
