Or the Geezy-Weezer. Or the Roozy-Poozer. Or the Son-zee One-zee.
All of them absolutely apply. He's our little Dutch-a-roozer.
And he is almost eight months old. Where does the time go?
Next thing I know, he'll be going on a mission. At least we know he can pull off the parted hair look.
Really, really, really, big fan of this boy. He has one tooth. His sits up all by himself. He is finally eating baby food. And when his diaper is off he quickly rolls onto his tummy and gets in the crawling position, it's really cute. I give it a couple of weeks and he will be crawling all over the place.
He loves to be diaperless. He loves the tub. He loves wheat teething biscuits. He loves to grab faces.
He always laughs when we have Sens' stuffed animals talk to him. He grabs their faces and laughs. I love it. He also laughs when I say "hey geezer!"...he knows its a good nickname.
He snuggles to me when I go get him from naps or from his nightime sleep--its SO sweet and its something I love and am trying so hard to hang on to. I know its just a matter of time before I go in and get him and he wants me to let him down to run and play.
It just goes by too fast. I am going to have to start really doing something with myself soon, I won't have the "I have a baby" excuse for much longer. Goodbye white sweats and maternity shirt. We've had a fantastic run....but the boy is growin' up.
(Can you tell I am using my good camera again?--SO happy to have it back!)
But I couldn't not share these last two taken with the little point and shoot.....she really loves him.
Getting SO excited for Christmas! More pics to come ( :
