He is like his mama, needs more than just a second to himself after he wakes up.
I slowly enter the room, to a bouncing ( literally!)" bubble" (his new nick name ).
He stands to greet me, bursting...
Then, he takes a moment, to sit and tell me all about it.
My time alone with him is so important. After finding out we were having a third, my biggest fear was, how am I going to make each one feel special? How am I going to have special time with all of them? You just make time for the important stuff.
We play on the floor in his room, while I keep an ear out for the other two......
He is my silly little man, a character. Already so intuitive, he tries to hide as he hears me crawl over to him.
and then, tries to out crawl me.
I love spending time with him, in his room. This is one of my favorite ages. His curiosity takes over, he can really explore things now, and that baby jabber, I just melt. Frank does this with him too. We often fight about who is going to put him to bed, who gets to go get him when he wakes up.