Oh my gosh, Lissa. You can not keep this little guy from us any longer. He is simply darling. Every itty, bitty bit of him. I can hardly stand not being able to reach out and grad him for a snuggle. So, so cute!!
Melanie, re how do I get anything done—now you know why you still haven’t received your VQB square from, gulp, March! 🙂
Sarah, been a couple of months since he was weighed. At least 22 lbs, I’m thinking.
Margaret: re “Mitts”—LOL! Scott calls the baby Fezzik after the giant in Princess Bride. It’s a good thing we are terribly in love with his real name (which I amuse myself by saying in full, in an Irish accent, as often as possible) or I think this nickname would be in danger of sticking.
BTW, for the godmother and grandmothers keeping track, he’s up to four teeth now, scooting all over the house, eating crumbs of playdough and stray scraps of paper, and also pureed fruit & veg when he gets the chance. Still pulls himself along on his forearms, commando style. Says “da da da” when he’s happy, excited, or looking at daddy (which means he’s also happy and excited), and “ma ma ma” when he’s tired, hungry, or cranky. Is, at this exact moment, trying to swallow a giant letter M from the alphabet puzzle. I’d better run.
No sweat. Don’t forget I’ve now got a (getting more delightfully pudgy every day) little guy of my own and couldn’t find the top of my sewing table if my life depended on it. No idea when I’ll be sewing again myself; but when I do I’ll have plenty of catching up to do myself plus a baby quilt to finish for Ben before I even begin to think of piecing my cross quilt.
I love it.
“I’m on the brute squad.”
“You are the brute squad!”