When Jack saw April the first time, he napped a lot. He wore footie suits, a lot. He let me prop him up on the sofa and take endless pictures. And when he got tired, he yawned. He drank milk only, and slept for up to 20 hours a day. He was the best thing that had ever happened to us.
This April, Jack drools a lot. He wears shoes (for the walking) with his polo shirts and khaki shorts (for the ladies). I don't prop him up anymore; I chase him around. When he gets tired, he rubs his eyes and gets cranky (just like his mama). He eats anything and everything, but is particularly fond of pizza (see below) and Nutella on animal crackers (see previous post). He sleeps at night and at nap time (one nap per day, mind you). And he's the best thing that ever happened to us.
Here's to the good things. Have a great weekend.