Devin an Trevor seemed are "communicating" lately. Devin says "AHHHHHAHHHH" and Trevor says, "AHHHHHHAHHHHH." Devin squeals, Trevor squeals. Sometimes, mommy and daddy squeal or growls, too. It's fun.
Trevor has been falling asleep on our bedroom floor, then I carry him to bed when I go to bed. He always ends up back on our bedroom floor, though. He usually tries to remember to bring a blanket with him when he makes the return trip. Yesterday, I threw a bunch of clothes on his bedroom floor, and I haven't put them away yet. So, last night, on his return trip, instead of a blanket, he brought one sock, one pair of Devin's pants, a big shirt and a towel. He makes me laugh.
One last story...
We went shopping on Sunday. Devin was riding in the basket, a happy baby for the most part. When I passed by a bin of apples, he must have noticed how easy it would be to reach out and grab one. So, he did. I took it away before he got a bite, but I hope the eventual owner of that apple washes it well. It made it to his mouth. Oh, I also gave him a sample of a "Two-Bite Brownie". (I had one myself...it was yummy). I gave him that sample, and then continued to shop without paying too much attention to him (he was buckled in). When I looked at him a couple of minutes later, one bite of that two-bite brownie was eaten, and the other bite was on his mouth, hands, shirt, and the little seat in which he was sitting.
Devin has become an incredibly happy baby. He smiles very easily. He's beautiful when he smiles! He's beautiful all the time, of course, but when he smiles, he's irresistable. His hair is strawberry blonde, emphasis on blonde. And, he's got just a little curl. He hates baths, loves bananas, and refuses to hold a bottle. He's 11 months old; he's never going to hold a bottle. I think it's his way of refusing my desire for him to be independent. He'll feed himself; he goes to sleep at bedtime; he's not going to hold his bottle. He just needs for me to accept that.
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