For the past week, Allen doing downward facing dogs, trying to stand up on his feet. He ends up turning around to sit. He's quite fast and skilled at it.
He's so eager to stand up and try to walk. If he's standing next to someone, like myself, he tries to straighten himself out, while holding on to me.
I have a feeling he'll be an out-of-the-crib climber. He's just so eager to go.
Someone told me that early walking and talking go hand in hand. It makes sense. He's soooo incredibly chatty, with such a huge range of sounds. I joke he'll be an orator or a politician. He "talks" so much, yet he doesn’t even have anything to say.
If I recall Ivan correctly, all he'd say was "goo, goo." Allen, on the other hand, is like one of those car sirens---there is an entire repertoire of noises he goes through.
He's very loud, with incredibly loud and shrill shrieks.
He also still doesn’t sleep through the night, but cries and wants to be nursed every few hours. I just have to suck it up for a few nights, and let him cry it out to break this habit. Otherwise, I’ll turn into a zombie.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
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Midnight ramblings of a working mom of two kids.
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