He's changed so much in the past couple weeks or so. Going from a immobile lump of squishy baby to a very mobile lump of squishy baby. Like Miley, he cannot be tamed. (Jokes..I have them.) He follows me around the house babbling, squealing, and being overall the most adorable thing ever.
He's a bottomless pit when it comes to meal time, which is shocking considering how small he is. The child will eat anything and judging by the teeth marks on my end tables, that includes wood.
He's still not sleeping through the night.
Not even a little bit.
But I think I'll keep him anyways...