I Like Lunch

10-16-08

Eight Months Old Today!

Lennox has been crawling for a couple weeks, loves to eat, can pull himself up to standing, usually has a strand or two of Mom's hair wound around his fingers, thinks his brother is hilarious, is delightfully ticklish, considers having his face wiped to be the cruelest torture, no longer breaths like a Pug--thanks to Zantac and Prevacid (silent reflux), is super strong, still wakes up for a bottle at 3:30 am a few nights a week, can splash his bath water out of the tub like no other, is frightened of the vacuum, gives the best snuggles, has a high-pitched squeal, yanks any necklace within reach, tries to catch the dog, gives friendly strangers the sweetest bashful smile(think: "Aw, shucks"),starts crying about halfway around the block while riding in the stroller, kicks his legs most of the day, and brings lots of love into our home.

Blessing

I, for one, was shocked to look out the window last Sunday morning and find everything coated in thick snow. I coated my thick baby in white knit, and he was a little angel for his blessing. Brent did a beautiful job, and X didn't buck or twist in the circle nearly as much as we feared he would. It was so nice to have our families at church with us for Lennox's special day. He is such a smooshy love.

Gotcha!

When I say X's favorite place to be is close to his brother, I'm not just trying to be cute. He wants Oliver in his sights at all times. Unfortunately, Oliver usually doesn't stay in one place long enough for Lennox's liking. But when Oliver is close (like when--joy of joys-- he is strapped in his high chair beside X's), Lex likes to touch Brother's face like a blind man getting a good look at someone. Oliver construes this as an invitation to chomp X's fingers. OUCH! Lennox forgives quickly and can't help but come back for more.