This was nerve wracking, I'm not going to lie.
Mister Man is M-O-B-I-L-E. He's currently standing and crawling and maneuvering everywhere (except the stairs -thank goodness we haven't gotten there yet. Yet...)
He's an excellent eater (I don't know why we moms always feel the need to say that. He's obviously alive -he's plump. He's eating well -got it.) But -and noting it for posterity because we like to go back through the archives as a virtual baby book- he does love himself some healthy eats, such as:
-quinoa with either mashed avocado or marinara sauce
-bananas, peaches, strawberries, peeled grapes, etc.
-steal cut oats
Stuff like that. Him's a good eater.
As you can see, his legs are mucho mucho tan. That's because we finally -at kid #3- sprung for a BOB stroller and this little guy gets to run with Mama in the morning and Papa in the afternoon. This kid is AIRED OUT. And tan-legged. I'd say he's an ombre hombre.
And that's as much as I could get him to stay on the bed, so off he goes to do whatever while I nab him in action.
Quack, quack! Duckling hair.
And this, my friends, is normal. He's just a happy guy! Apparently our kids keep getting more easy going, so if we have a fourth he/she will probably be born with a surfboard and a bongo drum waving around two tiny fingers, "Peace, man. Far out. Chill, braw!"
One big 'um on the top, two middle teeth on the bottom.