It's been almost 5 months since my last post on Big D. He is now 11 months old. He continues to amaze us. Is it just that he's our first typical boy and we're not used to his boyish ways, or is he really a spectacle? I guess I'll never know.
At his 9 month appointment, he weighed over 23 pounds and he currently wears size 5 diapers during the day and size 6 at night. Is that okay?
Whenever Mike's in the next room with Derek and I hear "WHY?! Derek, WHY?!" I smile because I know he's either scaling a dresser while holding onto the knobs or he's trying to bite off a piece of furniture. Is that what typical boys do?
What I've dug out of his mouth so far: crayon, pieces of a rubber handle, wood bitten off a basket, and a piece of my index finger. He is also very close to chewing off pieces of our leather couch. What's with the biting and mouthing EVERYthing? Is that normal?
This is how Marcus plays with blocks.
This is how Derek plays with blocks. First, the cigar hold.
The blue block + cute face combo.
The red block + crawling combo. A definite favorite.
The red block + TV combo. Another favorite.
Going in for the circle block grip.
The circle block freestyle. A crowd-pleaser.
Derek, no matter how weird you may be, no matter how heavy you are, no matter how many trips to the ER we will have, no matter how many times you grab yourself when I'm changing your diaper, no matter how hard you cry when interacting with Caucasian men, no matter how many foreign objects we'll have to pump out of your stomach, no matter how many nails you break off from violently scratching things, I LOVE that you were meant to be in this family.
You sure are loved, Big D, Lil' Biggie, Big Poppa, Biggie Piggie, Baby Der!