He's not a baby any more. Not even close. He cries when he doesn't get his way, demanding that the world pay attention to him. He has a will. He knows what he wants. We used to have such a quiet, contemplative baby; I used to think he'd be a great theologian. Now, he's screams, yelps, constant jabbering. He punches, pinches, and kicks. He's not a quiet baby; he is a full-fledged, card carrying member of the little boy club.
But, he's still such a sweetie.
Here's Grant with his great grandmother, who we visited this weekend. He threw up all over her carpet, but she'll never see this blog post, and anyone who will see it knows better than to tell her.
Here's Grant crackin' up. No one can make Grant laugh like Daddy, and this video is proof. Grant got a haircut again today, so if he looks a little different it's because he is sporting a new hairdo--the "mommy cut my hair" hairdo.
Keeping the budget real.
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Don't worry, Asher threw up on the couch and a pillow but Kate and Mary helped me clean it up. We made a pact not to tell Mamaw, you can now join that said pact.
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