I am racking up nicknames: Babaloo, my Lumber Jack, Sonshine, but mostly just "Baby Atlas".
Mom had a hard time when I transitioned into daycare on September 16, 2013. We went for a walk around the hospital like always, and she seemed a bit sad.
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| Vie thought this was funny so I tolerated it. For a while. |
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| Okay, that was the last sticker. Sheesh. |
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| Last day home with Mama. |
I didn't want any of that bottle business so she came out and nursed me every day at lunchtime for the first couple of weeks. I am learning that bottles aren't so bad now.
On Thurs October 10th I gave Mommy my first belly laugh as she Boinged me back and forth from one leg to another. In the time honored tradition of Asaro children and Warner Brother's frogs, I promptly stopped laughing when she started video recording. I laughed again two nights ago when she jumped toward me and said "You!" Dad rushed up the stares with Vie and I stared at them quietly. I was laughing on the inside.
I rolled over from tummy to back three times in less than three minutes Friday October 18. I am now working on other skills and often look like I am trying to run in place while lying on my back.
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| First day in the door to door ministry in October 2013. Dad was sick but Unc came. I slept almost the whole morning to help Mom out. |
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| I am NOT a potato head! |
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| Dad was telling me all about a fascinating documentary he just watched. I love him so much I feigned interest for a long time, like two seconds. |
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| Ostensibly this is Vie's "baby Boots". But I am drooling on him so much I hope she lets me keep him. |
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| First time on the swing. I guess it's okay. |
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| Gonna be a balla. |
