Thane and Mara continue to grow and do new things.
Mara is becoming an ever more entertaining little miss. Her two little bottom teeth are coming out more and more and make for a very cute tooth-ful grin. A week or so ago she started “scooting” or moving on her tummy. She seemed as if she did not always know that she was doing it but she was doing it. Now, however, she is a woman on a mission. If she sees something, she goes after it. She is now also getting up on all fours. No forward progress, but getting up and rocking. I have a feeling we are just weeks away (if not less) of being in serious mobility trouble in the Hansen house.
Mara is also learning her signs. I think I have caught her doing the milk sign herself on at least 3 occasions. I know she understands it because she will pitch a fit if I make the sign and do not have a bottle to follow it up with immediately.
Thane continues to be helpful where Mara is concerned. Monday afternoon when I had Mara on her boppy and I was making her a bottle, she began to cry, then she stopped. Thane came to me and said, “Mommy, Mara is hungry. I gave Mara bottle.” I paid no heed. Then I heard her start to cry again and looked to see her with an empty bottle in her hands. After a moment of panic thinking he had given her milk that had been sitting out for 8 hours or more, I realized he had taken one of the used but clean bottles out of her backpack from school.
Thane has recently gotten attached to two of his teddy bears, he sleeps with one or both each night. When I asked him what their name was he quickly and easily said, “Thane.”
Jay and I sleep in a full size bed. Yes, I said my 6’4″ husband and I sleep in a full size bed, it is called togetherness. Anyway. Thane has had a bit of a summer cold recently. The last few nights he has come in to our room crying with the coughs and sniffles. He gets in bed in between us to try to fall asleep (or keep us awake, I can’t tell which). Last night, as he was trying to get comfortable (and push me off the bed) he kept saying, “I’m stuck, I’m stuck.” This is the same thing he says in his car seat. I told him he could be less stuck in his own bed if he so desired.
At the doctor’s office today, he patiently waited in the waiting room. After forever and a day, he would ask “my turn?” every time the door opened.
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Flying
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At Denise’s Baptism
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At glogalaxy for Slayton and ClaraAnne’s 4th birthday
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Dinner on the patio
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Preds Rookie camp
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