Parker's molars are trying to push through. He doesn't seem to be in too much pain, but teething has resulted in soft stools for a few weeks and some diarrhea that sent us to the doctor last weekend. Poor baby ran a fever and was pitiful on Thurs. This was all he wanted to do:
He's had a few "firsts" recently.
1) Parker's first bath in the real tub - so roomy!
2) His first time putting his feet in the river. He wished he could get all the way in, but we weren't dressed appropriately.
3) His first time at church. Dressed and ready and handsome (but wouldn't stay still for a pic):
Here we go!
And this is what we saw when we left him in the nursery. The staff said he cried for a while, then would play some and alternate with little crying spells. Poor baby missed his mama and dada! And we missed him, too.
This week, I finally learned the signs for "more" and "done." Parker still thinks it's appropriate to dramatically wipe all of the food off of his tray when he's done and then try to roll up his placement and/or yank off his bib. He actually signed "more" back to me today. He knows it means something, but I don't think he totally gets it yet.
Lately, while playing, he comes over for a quick hug, goes back to playing, and then comes over again for another hug repeatedly. It melts my heart.
He still loves his cats. Jules and Murray sometimes play with him while Gilligan is the only one who will let him snuggle. Parker likes to grab Gil's tail and walk around like he's holding a leash. What a patient kitty!
In addition to his cats, he loves all animals and squeals with delight when he sees dogs and other creatures.
He also LOVES running water. He's so cute when he leans in to let it spray his face, and sometimes he opens his mouth to drink. Funny boy!
