The Peanut Gallerie

He likes to blow raspberries, smile a toothless grin, laugh at the baby in the mirror, grab for toys, sit up, play peek a boo and crinkle paper.  (Which is good entertainment for when I need him to be quiet in church, but bad when you are at the bank and filling out checks while he rips them apart)

He does not like green beans.

He is ready to crawl at any moment and now has the stance down for it. If only his legs would agree that he wants to move forward.

Austin noticed he is beginning to point at things.

Tigger makes him laugh. No, that would be an understatement. The boy cracks up in his presence. Like he cannot contain his laughter and it comes out like coughing because he is so excited. The strange part is that it's just Tigger. I attempted to get James to laugh with other dogs, but there is something about the stuff and fluff that gets that boy going :o)

He has teeth coming in... for realsies this time.

He has more play time, has a set eating schedule and can now go to bed at a decent hour. More pluses... his food now goes (and stays) inside his mouth. He likes sweet potatoes the best. He can also spend hours entertaining himself.

He talks. Not exactly words, but no longer just noises either.

For some reason, he thinks Austin and I are hilarious. I'm pretty sure he is laughing with us, but he has this twinkle in his eye that might say otherwise.

Every time we are apart feels like an eternity. He comes back a little older, a little more stable, but all the more cute. I miss him, but am just excited to, not only, be a part of his life, but guidance as his mother.