Kenny was born about a week early. But that's the only thing he's done early. Everything else he doesn't do until he's good and ready. It's really hard to keep to any kind of schedule with him because if he's not ready for his morning bottle, he refuses to take it. If he's not ready to go to sleep for that much desired (by me) midday nap, he will just stare at me while I try to make him sleepy. I could work with Connor, when I tried to give him a bottle a little early, he would take it, slowly, but he would take it. Not Kenny. He has actually thrown the bottle down as if to say "I'm not having it". But when he decides he is ready for it, he lets me know by pretending he's starving to death and dying right in front of me. If his meal is two seconds later then he thinks it should be he starts crying in a manner that would suggest I haven't fed the child for days. And I know exactly where he gets all these characteristics from. The impatience I must admit, comes from me. The flair for the dramatics comes from my husbands mothers family, and the 'going-to-do-it-when-I'm-good-and-ready' comes from my mothers side. (She reads this blog, so I'm sure I'll get a phone call about that! heehee)
It's fun to watch him discover his likes and dislikes. To watch a baby's personality emerge is an amazing thing. I love giving him new foods. The other night I tried him on some Gerber 2nd food Cheese and Macaroni, I figured that had to be something he liked because I craved it while pregnant with him. I was right. He gobbled it down like it was going out of style. If I was too slow getting the next bite to him, he'd lunge for the spoon himself. Last night I tried him on Gerber 2nd food Chicken with Chicken Gravy. He spit that out and wouldn't have anything to do with it. I couldn't even airplane or choo-choo train it into his mouth. Nope. So we swapped to some veggies.
We have discovered he's a very jumpy little thing. He can be looking right at us and if we make a sudden noise he'll jump two feet in the air. Needless to say we've had a lot of fun with that! My dad thinks it's hilarious and tries to see how many times he can make him jump. Kenny must think it's pretty funny himself because he laughs every time he jumps. It's not hard to tell when he get genuinely scared. He goes completely stiff and has this look of terror frozen on his face. He won't breath for about four or five seconds and then wails. That comes from my sister, I don't know how many of those roller-coaster snapshots we have where she's had that same frozen terror on her face. Kenny is learning to crawl, which has been an interesting development. He's been moving around, getting where he wants to go for about a month but is just now learning to crawl in the traditional sense. He's been doing this inch worm thing for the past month. He would get up on his hands and knees, push forward with his feet, and lunge to his belly. He'd gain a few inches doing this. He would do several of these in rapid succession and be across the living room in no time. But the other day he discovered he could pick his hand up. For about two days he looked like was limping. He'd do his knees forward, use the one hand like normal, then lunge to his belly. But he's finally getting the hang of both hands.
From birth Kenny has been a pretty easy going baby. We don't have to do anything more than look at him and he breaks out in the biggest grin. It doesn't take much more than a silly face or noise to make him laugh. Connor can get him to giggling hysterically. I can't wait to see what other personality characteristics he develops as he gets older. He's definitely going to be a sweet, loving boy. I love both my boys so much and feel so blessed to have both of them and their daddy.
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