You love the bumbo seat that your Aunt Cherie gave you (although, what you'd really like is to figure out a way to eat it).
Speaking of eating, we've been trying baby foods, but you don't really like them. You love to watch us eat and want to bite on celery and carrots, and suck on watermelon and cantaloupe. It seems you just don't like your food smushed up.
All month long you reverted to waking up every two hours. You'd start grunting, and I'd rush in a find you stuck on your belly. I don't know why you won't just lay your head down and relax, but you refuse.
I think you're going to be a headstrong boy - that's ok, we can handle it. :)
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