This baby is on the go. He's wearing his Daddy out. Really, he is wearing me out. By the time Steph gets home, I'm exhausted. It's hard to tell what he wants, but it tends to be somewhere just out of reach that you don't want him getting a hold of.
Bill is crawling so much that he had worn the pads of his toes down. I'm hoping that socks will give a respite for them to heal, but seems like a long shot.
The hair on the top center of his head is starting to get longer, wispy. There is a section that likes to stand straight up.
He really likes eating with his hands. Manipulating things into the slimer. They often fall and stick to his clothes or chair, or just drop to the floor where Butch is waiting.
I just gave Bill a ring of dried pineapple to chew on for the first time. He's spent the last 5 minutes grabbing and licking and chewing on it. It is now a slimy mess, but it's keeping him busy.
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