Long time no update.
Last time we talked/blogged we were headed to our six month appointment.
You know that paper that they drape down the middle of the padded-table-thing at the doctors office? You know, the table where they hold your kid down and stick them with three shots and force some stinky liquid down their throats.
Graham had THAT paper shredded! I'm talkin' shreddeeeeeed into about (oh) 12,000 pieces before Dr. Sulteimier made his appearance.
Doc walks in and says "active little booger"... uh ya! Slightly.
He was perfect.
No complaints.
No questions.
He loved on him.
Told us he was way longer than average. Above average on our weight...still amazing. (im proud)
...and wish I had a picture of his disaster we left, next time I'll bring my camera.
He still isn't crawling.
We are blaming it on our wood floors.
Truth is. He will do it when he is ready. I know this.
Later in the week, Adam and I were doing stuff around the house and Graham was playing on his pallet with his toys occasionally watching the Wonder Pets, so we thought, and all of a sudden we hear some "clanking". Once again, he isn't crawling...but he moves. Somehow, he can get from one side of the room to the other but no crawling.
It was the fire place tools. He had made his way to the fire place and had one of the spike-y wood stabber things in his mouth.
WONDERFUL!
He had black on top of his head, on his clothes, around and in his mouth, I promise it hadn't been THAT long since we'd checked on him.
What the heck.
That boy!
well that's all for now...
except one thing.
Adam turns TWENTY EIGHT tomorrow!
