Tennyson, 9 Months Old: Toothy and On The Move

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

-sweet potatoes

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.  

Scrumdidiliumpious!