Gone are the days of cuddling up in our arms or relaxing on our laps (enjoy them for us, Jenae and Bret) . . . now it's stiff legs, standing on laps, and rock climbing up waists and chests. Eli is all about grabbing and moving and working on those washboard abs of his. We used to call him the " Pilates Master" because of the way he'd lift his head and legs off the floor at the same time. Now he's our "Push-up Man" who is literally on the cusp of crawling. It utterly terrifies me that my four-month old baby could be mobile soon. It's bad enough the way he scoots backwards around the living room . . . He also loves to stick his feet in his mouth, of course. He's just trying to keep up with his tornado of an older brother, I'm sure, but I sure do miss my little lap baby . . .
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