Well, it's official; Wesley's first word was "Ma-Ma." Yay! He has been saying it for about a week now, and the other day, he actually looked at me and said it. My little fella is a genius at only eight months old! My favorite times are when he is in his bouncy seat bouncing up and down and saying over and over, "Ma-ma-ma, Ma-ma-ma, Ma-ma, Ma-ma-ma." Too cute!
Add to that the fact that he is now a champion scooter, and my life just got ten times more interesting. He has finally figured out how to scoot on his belly across the floor, and one of his favorite games to play is Pick up a toy, toss it, scoot after it, pick it up, toss it, scoot after it, pick it up, toss it, and so on. This is fun to watch, but blink, sneeze, or rub the eyes, and he is down the hall heading for the bathroom. Mama (his Nana) lost him in the kitchen the other day. Ha! Time to lose the granny stance and put on your running shoes! 'Course, what am I saying? I'm about to petition for a full-time babysitter just so I can rest!
PLUS he rolled himself up into a sitting position for the first time tonight! Complete nonchalance in his expression, complete pride and yay-ism in mine! What a pair!
Love that little boy.
