Day 2

I’m not the kind of parent who assumes that every little grunt is a word which is why when Spud started saying “mwa mwa” when he woke up or when he hurt himself, I dismissed it.  Today when I got home he was still taking a nap, but when he woke up he distinctly called out “mama mama!”.  Ahhh, that did my heart good.  When I picked him up he was still saying it until he realized mama was actually holding him.

It amazes me to watch him grow.  His little legs are no longer so little.  They look longer and leaner.  He spends a lot of time standing, squatting and does circles around people and furniture for hours.  I was happy to see him take a few steps for Opa yesterday. 

His appetite astounds me.  Opa fed him dinner and then I served Opa and I a healthy beef stroganoff.  Spud stopped doing laps around us under the table and started begging from the level of my knee.  I finally picked him up and that little turkey started reaching for my fork!  He ended up eating a good portion of my dinner.  Yes, the Spud eats hamburger at 9 months of age.

Hanging with the Opa.

I love the eye contact between them in this photo.  Evidently Opa bribed him with pretzels.