Here he is today.
Well, not today.
I took this picture on Sunday.
But he still looks pretty much exactly like this.
Fun facts about Riker:
*he has 8 teeth
*he sleeps at least 13 hours a night
*he’s a social eater…regardless of when he last ate, he wants to eat when he sees others eating
*he still army crawls, but occasionally gets up on his knees
*he’s still the king of drool
*he smiles and laughs almost always
*he is most happy when he is outside…which makes me really worried about what we will do when its cold and snowy
*he’ll almost always stop crying is I start singing
*he has a newfound fascination with opening and closing doors
*sometimes when he plays with his toys, I think he’s channeling Godzilla…he’s quite destructive.
This is by far the best baby age ever.
Riker is ridiculously fun and we love to play with him.
If he could stay like this for a while, I’d be happy.
Thinking about him growing up
(and inevitably leaving me)
makes me sad.
If he gets much bigger, I’ll need another baby.