Gage is nearly 7 months old now! He is a hauss. He loves his food. Not just milk, but 6 oz jars of anything you give him. Just keep it coming or else. As a result, he no longer has the breastfed baby poop that isn't that stinky and appears mustard yellow. Now it's for-real-poo. Oh, he is growing up. No crawling yet, but he gets up on all fours and rocks and rocks, like he is raring to go. He can belly flop forward and roll to get places. It's just a matter of time until we will need to watch the stairs vigilantly. He did graduate from his Bumbo. It was a near miss. I am glad the babysitter told me before I got the Zac-version. "he fell out and flipped, head first, and then Kristi caught him just before he hit the floor". I got the same story but in a less dramatic presentation. So glad that he is ok and for Kristi's ninja skills. Did you know the Bumbo warning to never put them on a counter is good advice? Who knew?
He is still such a happy boy with chubby cheeks and his trademark dimpled smile.
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