Pictires/ramblings/ruminations of/about being an 19 year old mom.
Han weighs approximately thirty pounds and is an inch and a half away from being three feet tall. He also now knows how to throw tantrums and communicates with me better. If he’s hungry, he’ll go to his high chair or bite me. If he wants to go somewhere, he’ll find a shoe and throw it at me or climb in his stroller. He knows how to use a spoon (messily) and no longer drinks bottles. Also, bathtime is the worst thing in the world and we don’t mind our nose being wiped so much anymore.
The world is ending. Han is okay with getting his nose wiped.@5 months ago with 2 notes
Han would love nothing more than to spend every waking moment being read to.
He will become very upset if he is not read to. He will grab books and throw them at you. Then he’ll sit on your lap, pick up the book, and put your hands around it.
After ten different books in a row, we are still not satisfied. Our favorites are Goodnight Moon, No, David, No!, and The Very Hungry Caterpillar.@4 months ago with 4 notes