Where do I even begin? I'll start with what seems like the most appropriate and relevant topic: mobility. I spend ten or more hours a day chasing around a VERY mobile infant. People used to warn me that Clark would be a handful because even as a small baby, he was always squirming, wriggling, twisting, and trying to jump out of our arms. I grossly underestimated them. This kid's got moves, and nothing is off limits in Clark's world. I'm scared to describe how fast he crawls for fear of you thinking I'm exaggerating. You just need to come see it for yourself. He can be in his room and in ten seconds or less be in our room at the opposite side of the house. When he was doing the army crawl, he became pretty efficient at reaching high speeds, but now that he's on all fours, its as if we strapped an engine to his back.
Speaking of eating, he does a lot of that too. He eats about as much as any grown man would eat at dinnertime. He eats 2-3 boxes of baby food for breakfast and for lunch, and for dinner he eats four entire baby food boxes and a big serving of whatever we are having. He eats whatever we put in front of him. Today, for example, we ate lunch at a Japanese restaurant (which hasn't happened in, say, six months) and we gave him some of the food off our plate. Sure enough, he devoured everything...mushrooms, carrots, onions, squash, peas, rice, a piece of steak, and even a few crackers that the manager brought him. He loves cheese, strawberries, blueberries, ham, pasta, mashed potatoes, and of course he's a big fan of the Cheerio. Aaron and I think he's trying to tell us he's ready to move to 100% real food so he can start feeding himself full time. When we feed him his baby food, he started knocking the spoon out of our hands, or grabbing the spoon and throwing it on the ground. He throws it on the ground! This is an unbelievably messy experience every single time, and I get decorated with food from Clark's buffet three times a day. The people in my exercise class at the gym think its hilarious to guess what Clark had for lunch based on what color is on my shoes that day.
P.S. You have not lived until you have seen Clark in a fleece vest and Wallabees.