Some days I find myself noticing all sorts of things that Callum can do and just smiling about it. Two such things happen this morning.
The first was my ever-hungry child coming into the kitchen where I was drinking my coffee, in search of more food. He noticed his brother's plate on the table and grabbed it. Upon realizing the plate was empty, he took it over to the drawer where we keep kid dishes, pulled open the drawer, popped the (dirty) plate inside, and shut the drawer, saying "ahhh" as he did so. I nearly died from cuteness overload.
The second was more of me just marveling at his learning. I gave him some pistachios for a snack, figuring he could gum them to mush. Well, my molar and canine-less boy did not gum them. He strategically held them in between the teeth he has (3 on bottom, 4 on top) and chewed them.
Callum is starting to copy and attempt a lot of new words. He still doesn't say much, but he is a boy, after all. He does consistently say bye-bye, out, shoes, mama, dada, Everett, ball, play, water, juice, kitty, woah and tractor. See? Priorities.
He got his first real summer haircut this week and looks so big.
He can run, throw, hide, stand on his head and look under his legs, climb, and reach for anything he shouldn't have.
He is only nursing once per day now and really cutting down on the length of that nursing too. The boy devours fruit, meat, and crackers, still isn't a huge fan of milk, and guzzles water.
He is so sweet (and rough) to his brother and they have great fun together. Everything Everett does, Callum must try too. Everett watches out for his baby brother though, and always tells us if he starts getting into tooooo much trouble.
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