38 Weeks

Well this week was met with several firsts, like many of the others...haha!  G officially started crawling!  He'd been able to scoot a little bit, and had been pushing himself backwards for a little over a week, but could never get very far going forward.  Wednesday evening he started inching forward, and with each forward movement he'd become more and more confident.  He's now moving both knees forward and really crawling.  It's been so awesome to watch him figure all these things out!  He really seems to be mastering one thing right after another.  He's now working really hard on standing all by himself.  He's able to stand for a second or two before he falls over.  I have a feeling in another month or so we are going to have a walker...which is a little frightening to think about!

This week we also dealt with our first major baby illness.  G has had a terrible cold all week long.  He was terribly congested, but his nose was running like crazy at the same time.  The only thing to do for him was use the bulb to suck out his nose, but he hates it, and in turn would throw a fit and cry, making even more gunk.  It really seemed pretty counter productive, but he just looked and sounded so pitiful sniffling, that I had to do something.  Friday afternoon I picked him up from the sitter, and he was lying down for a 3rd nap for the day.  (NOT his usual by any means...) when she brought him to me, he felt kind of warm and was just not his normal self.  When we got home I took his temp and he had a fever of 101.2, our first official fever :o(  Thankfully one of the local hospitals has an "after hours" peds unit, so I called our pediatrician to see if we could get an appt with the after hrs. doctor.  Before I had the chance to mention it, the nurse I was talking to told me the after hrs clinic had an 6appt at 6:30 if we wanted to go, to which I immediately said yes.  Thankfully the after hours clinic is associated with the same hospital as our pediatrician, so all of his records were available through their computer system...makes things SO easy!    I called Matthew and let him know we had an appt at 6:30, then rocked with G until Matthew got home.  We haven't had good snuggle/cuddle time like that in a long time, so I really enjoyed it, I just didn't like that it was due to him being sick. 

We got to the after hours office, and thankfully his temp was back to normal, but I immediately had a fear that they wouldn't find anything wrong, and we'd be those "crazy" first time parents who brought their baby in for sniffles.  As soon as she looked in his ears it was very obvious that his fever was for a good reason...an ear infection.  He's definitely taking after his mommy.  We were given a prescription for antibiotics, and were on our way to the pharmacy. 

To say that G is not a fan of his medicine is a bit of an understatement.  It takes both of us to get the meds down him.  One to hold him down, the other to give him the meds.  It's not a pretty sight, that's for sure, and a good portion of the dose ends up dripping down his chin.  I just hope he's getting enough to get rid of the infection.  He's definitely feeling better, acting like his normal self, and his cold symptoms are improving as well.  I wouldn't be surprised if there was a sinus infection going on as well, but that's pretty hard to diagnose in an infant since they can't tell you if there is pressure in their sinuses or not.  Since he's had two full days of meds now, and the runny nose is starting to improve, I'd say the antibiotics are helping with that as well.  I'm just glad to have my happy little guy back! 

Hopefully this week is much better! 

Here's a video of our little crawling machine!

Cheeeeeeeeese!!!

Time for some football!

Reading my book

Trying to get Chester's tongue.  He wouldn't let me have it, and I was MAD!

Late Again...36 & 37 Weeks

Oh so many things have changed in the last two weeks!  I am just amazed at how much Griffin is doing now!  It seems as though I blink my eyes and he's doing something new!  The last two weeks have seen him starting to try to crawl.  He's not quite there yet, but he sure is trying hard!  He's so funny.  He has the arm movements down and it really looks like he's going to take off across the floor.  Then he gets to the point where he's stretched as far as he can go without falling.  His legs just don't want to cooperate yet, so he decides to either back up and go a different direction or sit back up. 

Going from lying on his belly to sitting is another new trick he's learned in the last few days.  A few weeks ago, he greeted the babysitter after a nap by sitting up in the pack-n-play, but he hadn't done it since.  This week, he was playing on the floor one afternoon, and decided he was tired of lying down, so he pushes up onto all fours, and then manuvers onto his rear.  I was surprised to see it, but he acted like he'd been doing for ages.  The next morning, he did it 3 or 4 times before we left for the day, and he's been enjoying this new ability ever since.  Now that he could sit up whenever he wanted, he decided to start applying this to his time in bed.  Friday morning around 5:30, he decided to sit up in his crib and then proceeded to try and pull himself up.  Thankfully I checked his baby monitor at just this time, and stopped him before he was successful.  He got to spend a little time in bed with me, so I could keep track of him without worrying he was going to topple head first onto the floor.  At that point, lowering his crib mattress became priority one for the weekend.  I also received a text from the babysitter Friday morning.  She told me that G had just gone from hands and knees to hands and feet and then proceeded to fully stand up with out any support at all.  He did pull up, he STOOD up.  Since there was nothing around for him to grab on to, he fell over immediately, but she wanted me to know just in case we hadn't lowered his crib yet.  We were planning to do it sometime this weekend, but that text meant that it HAD to be done before he went to bed that night.  Now that he's fairly mobile, he enjoys wiggling all over his crib and sitting up, just because he can, before he finally gives up and falls asleep. 

This week was the local high school's homecoming, so G got to go to his first football game!  He thoroughly enjoyed listening to and dancing to the band music!  We were there until a little into the 2nd quarter, then it was time to get a little guy to bed.  Unforunately we hadn't had time to put the mattress down before we left, so that meant we had to put it down before he could go to bed.  Let me tell you, crib manufacturers do NOT make it easy to lower a crib mattress!  It took both of us almost 45 min to get the stupid thing lowered and secured before we could finally put G to bed.  Needless to say it was WAAAAAAY after his regular bedtime by the time he finally went to sleep.  He, of course, wouldn't go to sleep quickly either.  He had a totally new view of his room, so he had to inspect it from every angle :o)

Finally, our last major event from this week was Griffin's first haircut!  I so badly wanted to wait until he was closer to his first birthday, but the poor kid was getting so shaggy, and his hair was in his eyes a lot of the time.  Not to mention it would tickle his ears, and make him quite upset.  He looked like such a big boy sitting in the chair with the cape around him!  It's amazing how much older he looked as soon as it was finished.  He looked like such a little boy, not a baby!  He did so much better than I expected him to!  He sat on her booster seat all by himself, even wore the cape for quite a while (it didn't last the whole time) and was in pretty good spirits throughout most of the cut.  He started getting fussy towards the end, but I mixed up a bottle and fed him while she finished up.  Then Matthew fed him the rest once he was out of the chair.  He looked so cute!  We made sure to save some and put it in his keepsake box at home.  It's still hard to believe he's had his first haircut already!  My baby is growing bigger and bigger every day.

And of course I can't end a blog post without pictures, here they are!

A beautiful Saturday morning at Starbucks, before we visited the baby tigers at the zoo!

 

Ready to celebrate Metamora Homecoming.  Decked out in my Redbird colors!

 

Right before my haircut...Mr. Shaggy

 

What is that...

 

I'm trying really hard to be brave, Mommy!

 

Not so sure about this...

 

All done!  Such a handsome little guy!

 

 

 

 

8 Months?!?!?!

Oh my goodness!!!  How in the world is my baby 8 months old already?!  That's just so not right.  Unfortunately it seems like time is moving faster and faster and the busy week we've had hasn't helped any!

G has been back at the regular sitter this week, and he's been so excited.  On Monday morning we asked him if he was ready to go back to Michelle's house.  He grinned great big and started bouncing up and down the way he does when he's excited.  I don't know if he really understood what we were asking or not, but it sure seemed like it!  Even though I hate not being the one with him all day, it's definitely comforting to know that he enjoys the people who care for him and has fun while he's there.  He's always smiling when I pick him up in the afternoon, and Matthew says he's always excited to see the kids and caregivers when they get there.  That definitely makes it easier to trust someone else to take care of him all day. 

Last weekend he had his first visit to Aunt Cindy's place in Chicago.  Matthew and I had tickets to a White Sox game for a friend's birthday celebration, so G got time with his favorite aunt.  I think Aunt Cindy was a little tired by the time we left.  He's much more active than the last time she saw him!  She also managed to get some great pics (like always.)  It's just not right how photogenic this kid is!  Then again I am probably a little biased...

The biggest news however, is G is actually starting to try to crawl!  He has shocked me by trying to crawl because I really didn't expect him to crawl.  He's always been so much more interested in standing and trying to walk.  He is scooting himself backwards while on his tummy and can spin himself in a circle.  He wiggles his hips and tries to scoot his knees underneath himself, but he hasn't been able to pull himself forward yet, which greatly frustrates him.  He also managed to get himself into a seated position after his nap at the sitter yesterday.  When I picked him up she told me that she went in to get him up from his nap and he was sitting up smiling at her.  She said she didn't know he could do that yet, to which I replied neither did I!  He hasn't done it again, but I have a feeling it won't be long until it's a regular occurance.  He's growing and changing so much I just can't believe it.  It's so hard to believe that he's t just doesn't seem right! 

We have another busy weekend ahead of us.  We're heading South to visit family for the long weekend.  The last time we made this trip G was only 3 months old so it was easy to drive 6 hours, he slept almost the whole way.  I'm not really sure how it's going to go this time.  Hopefully it's easy, but I guess we'll just have to wait and see.  Here's hoping next week's update is full of good news about our travels!

And now for the best part of making it through my rambles...pictures!

Aunt Cindy brought me a soccer jersey from Guatemala!

 

The box was WAY more fun than his toys...

 

Just love his little alfalfa sprout hair :o)

 

Ya...I'm a rockstar

 

<3 those eyes!

 

I think this might be my most favorite picture EVER! 

 

 

 

 

34 Weeks

I'm only one day behind this time.  YEA!!!  This week has been quite the treat.  Things at work continue to get more and more frustrating, although for once it's not my class I'm frustrated with, it's everything else.  I think (and I hope I'm not jinxing myself by saying this...) that I have a really great group this year!  Thank goodness, because after last year, I needed it!  I have some of the sweetest kids I think I've ever had in my 8 previous years of teaching.  Hopefully that means that once the dust settles on all this other junk, the year can be enjoyable. 

Griffin has continued to love the babysitter, which makes leaving him everyday a little easier.  My biggest frustration comes when I start to think about how little time I get to spend with him now.  3-4 hours a day is all I get with him.  That's such a drastic difference, and it really gets me down if I think about it too much.  I need to do a better job of finding ways to curb my stress, because it's started to affect him.  I get home frustrated and agitated, and he starts to get fussy and out of sorts and it just makes for a very unfun evening.  On top of all of this he's decided to stop sleeping all night.  He hasn't slept all night long since I went back to work.  I hope it's a temporary thing, because it's getting exhausting fast.  Nights like last night are particularly exhausting.  He woke up at 1:30 and was awake until 3.  Not exactly enjoyable for Mom and Dad when they have to work all day. 

We had a change in the new routine this week as well.  Our babysitter's grandmother passed away, so they had to make a trip to Kentucky for the services.  Griffin got to spend Wed and Thurs with Grandma K and Friday with a friend of ours and her two month old.  He got to be the big kid around for a change!  Thankfully he adjusted pretty well, now if he'd just go back to sleeping all night...

He's constantly amazing me with all he does and notices now.  He's surprised me this week by acting like he was wanting to try and crawl.  He's been scooting backwards and really raising up doing bigger push ups than he ever has, so that's a good sign I guess!  He's most definitely more comfortable standing and trying to walk.  He will walk with assistance and LOVES it, although I'm not exactly sure why I'm encouraging it at this point...  Earlier this week I had him sitting in front of the refrigerator playing with one of his magnetic toys.  He took the main part off the fridge and for the first time really noticed his reflection in the door panel.  He was mezmorized by it to say the least :o)  He kept hi-5ing "the baby", bobbing up and down, squealing and playing with the other baby in front of him.  It was pretty stinkin cute! 

Hopefully we'll have some really good stories and pics from this weekend.  We're going to Chicago to visit Aunt Cindy and she's going to babysit Saturday evening while Matthew and I go to a Sox game for a friend's birthday.  It's pretty much a guarantee that lots of pics will be taken if Aunt Cindy is around! 

Well...here's a new treat, instead of pictures this time around, here's the video of hiids reflection in the fridge.  It's pretty fun!  Please ignore my commentary in the background.  If I could edit it out I would.  ha!

32 & 33 Weeks

Well to say I'm behind is a bit of an understatement.  I guess this is what happens when I go back to work!  The last couple of weeks have been a blur.  Between trying to get ready for school to start, G getting sick (more on that later) and then the first week of school, to say I'm exhausted would be an understatement. 

Well last week I had planned to work at school every evening once Matthew got home.  That way I would be able to spend as much time with G as possible and not have to find a babysitter.  That plan worked great until I'd been there for a while on Tuesday night.  Matthew called me frantic asking what I'd given Griffin to eat that day.  He had thrown up his bedtime bottle and was then throwing up orange because of the sweet potatoes he'd eaten at dinner.  He had given Griffin one bath, changed his pj's and put him back in bed to see that he'd thrown up all over the bed for a 2nd time.  At that point he called me to come home.  Now I honestly thought he was being a bit over dramatic.  I assumed it was just a bunch of spit up (which isn't unusual) and he didn't want to deal with it on his own.  Once I got home, I realized that it wasn't just spit up but actual vomiting.  He was very pale and Matthew was holding him over the sink because he kept heaving and throwing up more.  Unfortunately there was nothing left in his belly so he was just vomiting stomach bile.  There really isn't too much worse than watching a baby heave and work so hard to throw up.  He would look at me with great big crocodile tears in his eyes as if to ask what was happening to him and why wouldn't I make it stop.  It broke my heart!  In between each vomiting episode he'd go back to his regular happy self, splashing in the water and playing, then all of a sudden his face would turn red, his eyes would start to bug out and he'd start heaving again. 
I was on the phone with the after hours nurse from our pediatrician's office.  She told me that it was probably a stomach bug, and we needed to keep an eye on him and watch for dehydration.  She also told me we needed to give him Pedialyte.  He needed 1-2tsp every five minutes for four hours.  When she told me that I was about ready to jump through the phone and beat her with it.  How in the world was I supposed to keep him awake for 4 hours when he was already up past his bedtime and about  to fall asleep in the tub?!?!  Then she tells me that once he is vomit free for 4 hours, I was to double the dose and continue every five min for ANOTHER 4 hours.  At this point it was all I could do not to laugh at her.  It was almost 9:00 and I was supposed to give him Pedialyte every five min for the next 8 hours.  Was she CRAZY?!  So then she tells me that he'd probably need to sleep (YA THINK?!?!) and that was fine, but to make sure I set an alarm and gave him another dose of the Pedialyte every two hours.  At this point I was ready to hang up on her because everything that came out of her mouth was more crazy than the last...but I held out. 

While I was talking to her I sent Matthew out out to buy the Pedialyte.  He got back just as I was getting off the phone.  Now came the fun part...trying to get this absolutely disgusting liquid down the throat of a 7 month old baby.  It sounds like it shouldn't be hard to overpower him, but he's way stronger than you'd think!  It took several tries before we got anything in him.   We tried with Matthew holding him and me squirting the liquid in his mouth with a syringe.  That was an epic fail.  My next thought was to put him in a seat of some sort and have Matthew hold him down.  Enter the bouncy seat.  We covered it with a towel to protect it from puke, set him in it, held him down and tried again.  It was slightly better because there wasn't a fear of dropping him this time.  To say he disliked the Pedialyte would be the understatement of the year.  He HATED it.  We were lucky we got anything down him at all.  He would kick and scream and cry so hard that the tiny bit we did get down him came back up soon after.  He was so worn out that he just collapsed into the seat and fell asleep.  I couldn't bear to torture him with the stuff anymore, so I wrapped the towel around him, since he was in nothing but a diaper, and turned the lights out.  He slept through the night in our bathroom, sitting in his bouncy seat, wrapped in a towel.  It was one of the most pitiful sights I've ever seen.  Every two hours my alarm would go off, I'd give him another dose and totally tick him off again.  It's amazing that he went back to sleep after each time.  I was really waiting for him to stay up and prevent us from sleeping at all since we were torturing him with Pedialyte.  By the time 7am rolled around the poor kid was starving.  The nurse told me that he could have formula again after 8 hours of being vomit free.  We fudged the 8 hrs a bit, but he was fine.  Everything was back to normal.  Thank goodness!

The rest of the week I spent wishing time would stop so that I didn't have to go back to work and leave my little buddy.  Unfortunately it didn't cooperate.  Monday rolled around and it was time to take him to the new sitter for the first time.  I didn't have any school responsibilities until the afternoon, so I let him take his morning nap at home and we went over around 11.  He did great and seemed to have a really good time.  I wasn't worried about him or the sitter.  I was more worried about me!  At least I didn't cry this time.  Ha!  He absolutely loves the sitter, and is eating up the attention from the other kids.  She sends me pictures of him playing and the kids sitting around and playing with him.  He looks like the most popular kid there!  :o)  He's the youngest by over a year so they're all pretty excited to have a baby around.  All of the school aged kids she watches will be going back to school this week, so it won't be quite as exciting around there anymore, but he's definitely enjoyed his little celebrity status! 

When I picked him up after day 2, I found out he'd been throwing up AGAIN!  Just liek the week before.  As I inspected the dirty rags and things, it finally donned on me.  He had to be having a reaction to sweet potatoes.  I'd fed him those for dinner the week before, and he'd eaten them for lunch that day.  That was the only common factor in this.  I couldn't figure out why it had taken so long for him to react to them.  He'd been eating them since May, but I honestly don't know what else it could've been.  I called our pediatrician's office on the way home and spoke to another nurse.  She said reactions to sweet potatoes are pretty rare, but it wasn't out of the realm of possibilities.  She made a note in his file and told me to take them out of his diet until we're able to talk to the dr. at our next appt in Sept.  I'd already planned to stop feeding them, so I wasn't surprised by this advice.  She also said since it seemed like a reaction to the sweet potatoes, there wasn't a reason to withold formula as long as he'd stopped vomiting.  Thankfully he had, so he was able to eat when we got home.  Poor kid was starving again since everything he'd eaten that afternoon came back up.  He played for a while and started acting more and more like his normal self.  I could tell he was just exhausted so I put him down for a nap at 5:30 and he slept all the way through to 5:30 in the morning.  It's hard work throwing up that much!  The babysitter was also so nice to let us bring him back the next day.  Since it didn't appear to be a bug, but a food reaction she said there was no reason for him to stay home.  Now that we've quit feeding sweet potatoes, he's been doing great.  He had a great week at the sitter, always happy and smiling when we get there to pick him up.  Hopefully week two goes just as well as week one did (with the exception of the vomiting...) 

I was so ready for the weekend to spend lots of time with my little guy.  I have to admit I miss the super snuggly phase.  It's so nice to be able to set him down with some toys and he's able to occupy himself for short periods of time, but I do really miss being able to sit on the couch and snuggle with him.  He does make up for less snuggling in other ways though.  My first few days back at work have been pretty stressful.  I won't bore you with the details of why, but each year is met with more and more demands from people who don't have a clue about education and how schools really should function.  This year was no exception, and of course we were bombarded by it all at the very start of the year while trying to get the year started.  Thank goodness for Griffin.  We came home Wednesday afternoon and played in the living room.  His smile and laugh can make even the worst day disappear.  Within a few minutes of being home he made me temporarily forget about all of the crap that had been going down at school.  Matthew called and was on his way home, so G and I went upstairs to start dinner.  I turned Pandora on the iPad and we were rocking out in the kitchen.  He was dancing away in his highchair and I was dancing and singing all around the kitchen.  He would laugh and squeal and bang on his chair tray.  The sillier I got, the more excited he'd get.  Before long all thoughts of work had completely slipped my mind.  I was really worried about being stressed about work and not being the mom I want to be when I get home, but thanks to my favorite little guy, I don't think I have to worry about that.  He makes me realize there is way more to life than work.  Some things are just way more important :o)  It never ceases to amaze me just how much love I have for him, and even though he can't say the words yet, his actions speak volumes and show just how much love he has for Matthew and me too. 

Now that I've gotten all sappy and have written a novel, here's the fun part again!  If you actually made it to the end of this post, thanks!  Hopefully I didn't bore you too badly!  I'm going to try to do better about not missing weeks anymore.  The posts are just too long then.  LoL!

Love this little guy!!!

Hmmm...how can I get this thing undone???

At the zoo with my buddy Aubrey

Daddy let me stand on the couch...such a big boy!

That face makes me forget all my troubles

31 Weeks...SOOOOO Late!

Well I've done it again, it's almost time for the 32 week blog update and I haven't done the 31 week update yet! 

Last week (on G's 31st week birthday) was our 4 year anniversary!  Matthew took Wednesday and Thursday off of work last week so we could have some family time.  It was so nice to have him home during the day!  We celebrated the night before our anniversary with dinner at our favorite restaurant.  Originally our plan was for G to spend the evening with Matthew's parents so we could go to dinner just the two of us.  Well G had a different idea in mind.  He wanted dinner at Jonah's too.  He refused to nap when I needed him to, and by the time he finally fell asleep it was only 20 min before Matthew had planned to take him out to Grandma and Grandpa's.  So instead of dinner just the two of us, it was all three of us again.  Not that I was complaining about having my favorite little buddy there!  He continues to amaze me with how good he is out in public.  It's definitely a huge blessing that he doesn't mind going out in public and eating at restaurants.  He always does such a great job.  So great in fact that we are always getting compliments from other restaurant patrons and employees.  Our anniversary dinner was no exception.  Our wonderful little guy sat in his high chair, perfectly content and got to have his first try with crayons!  He enjoyed sticking them in his mouth and throwing them on the floor more than actually marking on the paper, but it was so great to see how easily he could pick up something so skinny.  That pincer grasp is getting better! 

We've also started letting him try tiny bites of various foods we're eating.  He still doesn't have a tooth so it has to be something that's easily gummed, but he's doing really well!  He has the chewing motion down to a T.  I was giving him little bites of bread, which he really liked.  I also gave him a taste of my clam chowder but he wasn't quite as sure about that.  If he didn't look so much like me now, I'd question if he really is mine!  :o)  There was a couple seated next to us who gave us a wonderful compliment when they left.  They saw us toast to our anniversary, and told us they hoped it was a good one, followed by many more and that we were incredibly blessed to have such a sweet, adorable baby.  I couldn't agree with them more!  G was definitely the most popular patron of the restaurant.  All the wait staff and I'm guessing a manager or the owner were even gushing about how good and cute he was.  It's amazing how it never gets old hearing people tell you what a wonderful child you have.  We think it every day, but coming from complete strangers really reaffirms it :o) 

The Olympics have also sucked me in completely this time around.  I've always enjoyed watching them, but for some reason this time around I'm totally engulfed by them.  G took part in cheering on Team USA as well!

I'm really trying to make the most of the remaining time I have at home with Griffin.  It's quickly coming to an end.  Summers just continue to go faster and faster every year. 

Here comes the best part...pictures!

Go Team USA!

Did they win, Mom?

Playing with my new favorite toy!  It makes lots of great noises and sings fun songs!

My first time using crayons!

30 Weeks and 7 Months!

7 Months...it doesn't seem even the slightest bit possible!  Our little guy is getting so big.  He's changing more and more every day.  His personality continues to crack me up day after day.  We have gotten so lucky, he's such a happy kid!  His laugh is the greatest sound in the world, and I could listen to it all day long.  I'm still trying to figure out a way to make it my ringtone :o)

This week brought about some rain (finally!) and the rain brought with it some cooler temps!  We've been cooped up all summer long because the heat has been so oppressive.  Since we finally had a bit of a reprieve from it, G and I took advantage on Friday and went to the zoo.  We bought a family zoo membership this summer but haven't been able to use it as much as I'd hoped because it's been too hot to take him out.  We had a good time and got to use the new entrance into the zoo as well!  I was particularly happy about the new entrance.  It eliminated the need to walk past the icky snakes.  Unfortunately for me, G's favorite animals, the meerkats, are housed in the same building as the snakes, so I still had to go in there, but I've gotten very good at staying on the opposite side of the building, away from them.  :o)  We had a great time, and the animals were very cooperative.  We got to see most of them much more close up than the last time or two we went.  The giraffes seemed almost close enough to touch!  The meerkats are a big fav of his.  Every time one would run in front of his stroller he'd start bopping up and down and would laugh.  It was pretty stinkin cute!  

Earlier this week, Babies R Us had on their facebook page that it was Aunts/Uncles Day.  So in honor of that day, G sent a special email to Aunt Cindy.  She's in Guatemala for the next month, which is forcing me to email her pictures instead of just texting them, but I guess it's not THAT big of a deal... :o)

I have a feeling the montly birthday pics are going to be a challenge from here on out.  He now notices the signs and would much rather play with them, than let them be a photo prop.  His montly
pic is ok, definitely not my favorite, but right after I took this particular picture, he spit up all over the sign, so that meant the photo session was over.  He also thought playing with the sign for Aunt Cindy was more fun to play with than pose with as well.  These next 5 montly pics are going to be challenging!

My message to Aunt Cindy

The meerkats are my favorite!

7 Months Old!