I'm not ready for that.
So instead, I try to savor every moment. I cheer at his development but at the same time each new accomplishment is one step closer to him moving away, wining a Super Bowl ring, getting married and making grandbabies.
Ok, kidding, I'm not looking that far ahead.
Remember my pity party where I thought Max was a
The cutest is the "singing". While he's not making distinct syllables (or winning any Grammy's), he's started babbling to himself. In the car or when he's falling asleep in his crib he "sings", coos and "talks". It's adorable. I wish Brett and I could capture it on video but as soon as he realizes someone is paying attention to him, he stops.
While he's a totally champ at rolling from tummy to back he is still working on back to tummy. As you can see from the picture he's almost there. He gets soooo close and then decides "Nope. Not today".
The biggest development is that he can sit up on his own. Well, not really sit up, but balance on his fat rolls.
He can't actually get to that position on his own. Brett and I have to prop him up and then hover over him as a spotter lest he do this:
But still, we think it's pretty awesome. Max however is pretty indifferent. He's just glad he can get a better grip on his bee!
Next thing you know, I'll be watching him at Bears training camp! But for now, I'll just enjoy my baby boy.