Saturday, January 18, 2020

Eight Months of Pippin

This was the month of sitting up, trying to explore the Whole World, figuring out the cat, trying to eat wood chips, surviving the flu, finding Tadhg insufferable, finding Tadhg wonderful, talking himself awake happily nearly every morning, continuing to reject solid food pretty much wholesale, adopting a new tongue-out trademark expression, taking his first bath in the big tub with his brother, going on his first sled ride, and learning not to play in the cat water. It was also the month of growing a third tooth, with numbers 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8 coming along nicely.

He is still our sweet sugar baby, and we love him so.









(Right there. ⬆ That's the new tongue trademark.)


And the rest are some slices of everyday life.


Little elf.


Snuggly little elf.


Proud sitter. 




Peregrine learning to harness his Gift. (The force is strong with this one.)


Poor sick flu baby. A week of hardly any smiles from our little smiler.


But he bounced back.


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