Tomorrow you turn 17 weeks old. You’ve decided to prove to us that you ARE a member of this family and that you have a vote too. And your vote is that you be held, At. All. Times. We do our best really, because it’s easier to hold you in one arm while trying to make lunch, than it is to put you down and listen to you whimper. You’ve developed the cutest laugh. It’s mostly you sucking in air in one big gulp and letting out a noise much like a donkey would make. You love it. And it totally cracks us up.
You officially weigh 14lbs and 6oz, and have already gotten in both your bottom teeth. Because of this, your hands are so tightly pulled to your mouth at all times, when I gently pull them away to place them onto a toy that you like, I feel like I might break your arms.You are able to grab things now and bring them up to your mouth, things like your toys or your brothers hands. We think you would probably like to put the kitty into your mouth because when he starts milling around in the mornings you watch him like a hawk, but lucky for you, big brother has already given him a healthy mistrust of children, so he stays far away. Connor is a constant source of entertainment for you and has taken to bringing you toys to play with, although usually after stealing the one that you had first. He’s doing quite well with you however, sometimes bringing you toys for no other reason than he likes watching you smile at him.
You’ve started cooing with a vengeance and are crying less often. When you get hungry or tired though, it happens all of a sudden. You don’t give us any symptoms… no eye rubbing or trying to latch on, you just simply start yelling. Probably in your little baby brain you are really thinking, “Hey, watch how fast I can make Mommy move. Tee hee!”
You can roll yourself over and elevate to a propping position, with your weight on both of your elbows all by yourself. You did it for the first time today in fact, and then terrified me by pulling your knees underneath you and kicking them out like wanted to go somewhere.
Your PawPaw told me last week that once you start crawling that it’s over, but in fact it’s been over since your brother learned to crawl, so I figure, how bad can it get? I worry about our tile floors and you hitting your head. I joke with your Dad that maybe you could wear a helmet or something once you start to walk. He laughs with me, but he knows in his heart that there is a part of me that’s actually serious.
Darlene told me once that with the first child all you want is to get them up and moving, but with the second child you are like, “STAY DOWN!”. I think I might know what she means. 
Love,
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