I Wonder Where He Gets it From?

Down on the Farm

Truman sat unassisted for the first time (for an extended period of time) down on the farm Aug. 16. We also had fun in the garden.

Joe stabbed his first potato:

Does Whatever a SpiderBaby Does

Which, apparently, is this:










T's crime fighting face:

Spaghetti

Nana (my mom, Victoria) says she's never seen anyone who's never had food look at it the way Truman does — as though it is the most desirable item he has ever set eyes on. He studies anyone who is eating and is often trying to grab what I put in my mouth. We're waiting until he's at least 6 months old to feed him solids because exclusive breastfeeding for the first six months of life provides him with more immunities to last through his whole life than if we were to start solids now. But the other day I let him satisfy some of his curiosity with a handful of spaghetti.

A New View of the World

Truman started sitting unassisted when we were down at the farm last Saturday. I put him down in the grass and he was sitting up pretty well so I let go. There he was, doing it all by himself. I'm sure many of his milestones will be just like that. We'll help him and then one day bam, he'll be doing it on his own and he'll be a whole new kid as he is a whole new baby now.

Cloverfield

Cuter than the movie and less likely to induce sea sickness:

Shh ...

Truman's concentrating.

Head, Shoulders, Knees and

The Tube

Hi guys, just watching a little TV.




It was kind of hard to get here.

Gilbert

Let me tell you a story.




This is my good friend Gilbert (the Giraffe) :




He makes me feel like this:

Help, There's a Frog on My Head

This is for you, Kellie.

Drool

That Cup, I Want it.

Western Days

Truman enjoyed his first Western Days (the yearly festival near Joe's hometown) in style on a lovely blanket spread out at our friend Pat's parent's house.











Joe kicking butt, if I remember correctly:




The three of us:

Daily Posts

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4 months: Hands, Meet the World

World, meet my hands.




This month Truman went from being an observer of this world to an interactor with it. Grabbing, discovering and shoving anything he can reach in his mouth. It began with the quiet discovery that he could remove his pacifier. Then he began trying to replace it. Now he watches intently when others place things in their mouths, in preparation for mastery of this hand-to-mouth thing he has going.

Today he weighs 16 pounds and 5 ounces and is 27 inches tall with a 42 cm. His height is literally off the growth chart lines, which means he's taller than more than 95% of babies his age. Don't ask me where he gets his height from; it probably isn't me.

This kid is curious, and he's made it clear that he's ready to explore taking scoots closer to full-blown mobility. He easily turns himself in circles and has started scooting backward. He seems to get all the pieces of moving forward — lifting his chest and belly off the ground, bunching up his knees and pushing them out, and even moving his arms — but can't perform them in concert.

So baby-proofing will begin.

Watch out world, here comes Truman.

First bath at home at one week:



And in the big tub at 15 weeks:

Truman's TARDIS

I found Truman an exersaucer at a garage sale today and cleaned it up for him. When I put him in it it was as though he knew exactly what it was and how to use it. We're calling it his TARDIS because we're big Dr. Who fans. Oh the places it will take him.

Innocence

Happiness

Mr. Giggles

Truman's giggles are endearing, though they sound kind of squealy. We captured some to share: