Changing Seasons and Still Growing Like a Weed

Young Teddy is becoming more lively and alert with every passing day. He busies himself with a never-ending urge to remain upright. This is all well and good; however, he seems, for the time being, unable to do so by himself. The 4 month old (almost 5 month old!) requires a touch of assistance to prop himself upright. This always brings glee and fascination to his little face.

Once upright, Teddy flashes a big smile as he glances at his environment. Looking downward upon things has become a new thrill for the lad. His attention is quickly turned to his lower limbs and their purpose. While sitting, Teddy generally explores his feet with his hands... and then tries to place his feet in his mouth. This usually results in a doubled-over child and some odd, labored breathing noises. Mother and Father are quick to remedy this situation. 

Teddy has also welcomed the changing season with a new sound to his growing repertoire. The child now squeals. Yeah. He makes a pig-esque noise. This originally stemmed from sheer joy. He would emit a squeal when being tickled or when finding his Father's jokes hysterical. The time for squealing has now transitioned to be appropriate at a multitude of other sub-optimal times. Teddy will squeal when tired. He will squeal loudly when he wants something. He will squeal really loudly when helping his Father get ready in the morning. I can say, for certain, that I have never felt the occasion to squeal pre-7am and whilst shaving. Never.

The Winter months (and the Weather Channel named "Arctic Bomb" that has recently dropped temperatures) have suited Teddy very well. I now dress him in the morning in several layers of baby onesies and footed jumpers. The little man has always found dressing and undressing pretty funny. He is now afforded the laughs of watching his Father struggle to add even more clothes to his wiggling body. Pure delight and squeals abound. 

I have now also been placing Teddy inside of a ridiculously comfortable looking LL Bean coat and sleeping bag hybrid bubble jacket. I call it Teddy's Gnome Suit. Teddy seems unsure of the garment each (and every) morning when preparing to leave the house; however, quickly settles into the warm layers and falls asleep. He couldn't be any cuter zipped into this warm, down, bubble bundle. It's also certainly doing the trick of keeping Teddy alive, as it's been well below freezing the last several mornings as we've exited the house. 

I am making a firm commitment to begin writing more on this Blog. There have been many, many undocumented Dadventures over the last several months. That is a shame. Though, I suspect that there are many more to come. Next stop: The Holidays!