eighth mesaversary

Eight months.

It's been a kind of quiet month here are the Yin home for Tedimundo.

He continues to be an absolute joy of a little guy. But he's also decided he likes to be in his mom's arms whenever he's remotely hungry or tired. That's joyful, right?! Luckily his dad is a pro at distracting him.

His newest tricks include rudimentary clapping (I even got a video of it! Check Google+), the beginnings of waving hello and good bye and rolling his tongue. Yes, tongue rolling!

Back when we still lived in the desert, Teddy Bear rolled over for the first time and then got up on his knees all in the same day. Mr. Yin and I looked at each other and laughed, thinking we were doomed with an early crawler. Luckily we could not have been more wrong! This past month he's made a bit of an effort to get there. He's spent the month lunging out onto his hands from a seated position, and then added getting up onto his toes. But that's as far as he goes. I'm sure it's just a matter of time before he crawls, but in the mean time I call this move the "not-crawl". Because that's what he's doing: not crawling.

He's still content to sit and play with his toys or us and loves to help me around the kitchen or do anything where he gets to accompany me. Laundry is a new favorite. He sits on the dryer and plays with odd socks while I load and unload. He gets a big kick out of sitting up so high.

While he still doesn't love-love eating solid foods, he goes along with it better now and actually keeps opening his mouth for more after three bites. Carrots seem to be a big hit. He's taken to drinking out of my cup and thinks it might be the best gig in town. I thought maybe he's like to feed himself and so gave him some bananas to test it out and he immediately smeared it all over his fancy seat and himself and never once put it into his mouth. Everything but food goes into the mouth I guess.

We took the lad up to MA to help celebrate my mom's birthday and he got to spend some good time with his little girl cousins. I think he might be as big around as his five-year old cousin. I'm not exaggerating. While we were there I weighed him on my parents' scale and he rang in at 24 lbs. So he's still still the Chub. His chubba legs continue to kick and kick. They displace a lot of water during bath time.

I love when he sings songs and grabs his toes. It reminds me he's still a baby even though he's the size of a toddler! We love every inch of him.