He wakes up cheerful and smiley every morning. He spends a lot of time cheerful and smiley, until he is pissed off. Then he is the ragiest, pissed of baby I have ever met.
He weighs 19lbs and he is not yet six months old. He has the most delicious thigh rolls and butt dimples. He has my eyes and his daddy's ears.
He giggles when he farts. He says mamamamama and bababababa and loves to hear himself shriek. He loves to hear laughter. He's my little ham.
He spends about 30% of his waking hours with Sophie clamped between his gums. He has two little teeth and occasionally he bites himself while sucking his thumb. He cries big, sad tears when this happens because it confuses him.
He won't drink from a bottle and he still won't take a soother but that's okay. He's still the smartest baby I know. He's my little Gus Gus. And I love him.