I can’t believe it’s November already.
Time for winter to settle in.
Time for me to go back to work.
And Tay is now 4 months old.
One third of the way through the first year of his life.
He no longer rolls incessantly from back to front because now he’s too busy trying to sit up all the time. He knows what a bottle means and stops fussing when he sees Piet or I bring one into the room. He’s successfully eaten carrots and pumpkin and semi-successfully eaten zucchini (he liked it but it bound him up a bit). Today he had broccoli and apparently liked that too. It took him less than a week to figure out what a spoon was for and now he opens wide for anything we want to try giving him.
He’s already wearing clothes for 6 month-olds, cause well, he’s half mine and there is not a single petite gene in my pool, which is where his appearance seems to be splashing around in right now.
He babbles constantly and smiles sweetly and giggles infectiously and is so easy to just hold and snuggle.
Every month that passes reminds me of how thankful I am that he is a part of our lives.