Just shy of a year and Nate is not too shy.
He flashes his cheesy grin at strangers…even though he doesn’t like anyone but a select few to hold him. Oh, and not his sisters. Who love to heft him up and hug on him.
He has seven teeth. Right now he’s biting anything with some texture to ease his swollen gums.
His eyes are still bright blue.
He still crawls (slithers?) with his belly on the floor.
He eats blueberries with such passion that I call him that most days. The blue eyes, the fact he’s a little roly-poly thing…he’s a blueberry.
Or he’s Nay-Nay.
He “talks” constantly. A bit of a letdown for M who has found himself to be the only quieter one in a family of talkers. I think Daddy was looking for another introverted friend.
Just shy of a year and I just can’t imagine our lives without the most huggable, snuggly baby I’ve ever met.
