David’s biggest fans
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We went to the farmers market yesterday to pick up another batch of peaches. Peck? Peck of peaches? Bushel?
Anyway, MORE PEACHES WERE NEEDED.
I went last week and got, like, eight, and that was dumb because they were gone in about 2 days.
So this time I bought about 14. That should last us about 3 to 3.5 days.
So there I am, picking out some green beans from a box (peaches were already obtained), and I turn around to see David surrounded by 3 older gentlemen. They were tickling his feet and talking about what a chunk he is. It was probably the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life.
David just stared at them the whole time, while I was secretly hoping he’d gift them with a smile. It was too much newness, so he remained contemplative and tried to get a better view of the huge ceiling fan behind one of the old mans’ heads.
David has been drooling since about April, and there are no signs of it ending anytime soon. The tiny man has 2 teeth but there are no signs of any others. . . yet.
He’s a champion napper as long as he has his friend “the right thumb” with him. Unfortunately he has given himself a little blister on it because he only uses that one! I wish he’d change it up so the blister could heal. It’s just about the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever seen.
I’m not sure he enjoys any toy more than his feet. Not only are they a blast to play with and hold onto, but they are excellent teethers in David’s opinion. Poor guy struggles to get to them when he’s in the car seat. I always set a toy or two in the car seat with him, but he’s started to whip them around and they end up on the other side of the car shortly into our drive. I’m thinking I’ll need to start strapping them to his bib or something.
David is new to the wonders of Puffs. He’s a thorough chewer. I think he spends about 40 chews one 1 puff. And I’m not complaining–the more mushed up the better (aka no choking). He’s learning to pick things up with his hands, slowly but surely. Usually all he does now it “rake” the puff toward him off the end of the table and if it’s not stuck to his palm, it will fall to the floor where the cats have already learned to wait.
As always, he’s such a delight to be with. Generally happy and easy-going, but still a little stingy on the giggling. He’ll smile big, squint his little eyes, and let out long breathe when we are trying to make him laugh, but the actual “giggles” are rare. Once Justin and I get one though, we spend the rest of the evening trying to make him laugh even harder.
Because no sound is sweeter.