

It may have taken him awhile, but at sixteen and a half months he figured it out, and now he's off to the races. Go Levi!
Levi got his first taste of something other than Momma milk today. Being my third,I guess he's not as subject to paranoid Momma as my first was, so when the girls had pears and asked if he could too, I said "why not?" and got out my mesh fruit bag for him. 'Twas love at first taste and that pear disappeared!
My happy boy, he awakens me in the mornings with his laughter!
My little man and I with his Christmas present from the rest of us - a snake of every color according to Heidi's specifications. When stretched out, he's over six feet long. Heidi thought we needed to keep going, but I saw visions of stitching and stuffing all night Christmas Eve and called an end to it while still a manageable project.
It's hard to believe I've had the privilege of holding my little guy in my arms for a month already, but the fact that he's already over ten pounds tells me it must be true. He's gained exactly a pound a week for the past three weeks, not too bad for someone who started life by loosing too much! I've told him quite firmly that this trend cannot continue very long if he wants his poor momma to continue to carry him around.