|
Apr 11
2009
|
|
This year we went downtown to the "Battleship Easter Egg Hunt" at the Cape Fear River. It was fun, but the boys were a little disappointed that it wasn't actually on the Battleship. I was too. Above is a picture of their disappointed faces. It should have been called "In the Vicinity of the Battleship Easter Egg Hunt." There's a big grassy lawn adjacent to the USS North Carolina that was filled with activities, games and a big Egg Hunt Course divided up by age groups. I was pretty excited before we got there. I had envisioned eggs all across the deck of that gargantuan ship, in the turrets and in the ends of the huge 16 inch guns. No such luck. The boys had a good time anyhow.
In other news, baby Bodie's top 5 teeth (mentioned in the previous post) are all in, but he has just 2 on the bottom still. He's a much happier baby now that the teething has paused. He's showing his little mischievous personality with those teeth, biting the spoon with a little grin and not letting go when Sara's trying to feed him. He gets a real kick out of that.
He's also sitting up on his own. Actually, he's been sitting up for a couple months, I've just forgotten to blog about it. I hate that these little milestones come to pass without the fanfare that hailed our first son's achievements. We are just as excited, and I want Bodie to know that. It's also very relieving to see him develop normally without any autistic tendencies.
Sitting up on your own is a pretty big deal to a 6 month old! Think about it - your whole life's perspective of the world is improved dramatically. You go from laying flat on your back or tummy, confined to a very limited view, to a much more commanding presence and perspective. Now that he can sit up he's greatly aware of his surroundings and happier for it. He's exploring and lunging at everything that comes within reach. I'm sure once he figures out he can get off his rump and onto hands and knees, it'll be off to the races. Our poor cat will have to go into seclusion. I know he's gonna go right for her as soon as he figures out how to crawl. Bodie loves that cat, but she is tortured by the mere thought of one of these kids touching her. (See Kids & Cats post Aug 2008) A crawling baby will also mean we have to re-check all of our babyproofing around here. That day isn't here yet...





















