Belly laughs

This kid is getting so incredibly FUN! And he is officially CRAWLING! Although the crawling thing will probably come to a standstill again for a couple more weeks; he just crawled over Matt this morning in an attempt to catch a glimpse of his arm tattoo. However, right now, he's rolling all over the floor and tugging on my arms in an attempt to get to the computer.

Seriously, you want to keep a baby entertained for an indefinite amount of time? Let them play with a computer. Or a baby toy mimicking a computer, rather.

He went to his first wedding this past Saturday (not counting our own). It was a very good success of a night; there were LOTS of other babies there, and I daresay Mathias was the most well-behaved. And well-received. Oh, the compliments this little boy got. "Oh, he's so handsome!" We make some good looking babies so far, I must say.

And as a plus, Matt got that Saturday off from work, which is the first day we've been together the whole day in MONTHS. It's rough, but I have so much respect for him. Working 12 hour graveyard shifts three nights a week and doing 15 credit hours (that's five classes) at the university. I feel overwhelmed sometimes, and I'm only taking two classes! Two classes with minimal homework, not counting the reading. Two incredibly fascinating classes, albeit. And on Tuesdays I come home to Matt, who hasn't slept yet since the four hours or so the day before, gleefully playing with Mathias / feeding him / rocking him to sleep.

Sometimes I have the audacity to ask him to do some trivial chore after, as well. And he does it. Then I feel like a dick. A jerk, I mean.

I need to brush up on my child-friendly language now that Mathias is learning so quickly.

Here's another huge thing: HE KNOWS WHAT HIS HANDS ARE! Matt and I will hold out our hands to him, say, "Give me your hands!" To which Mathias will ponder for a moment, then place his little baby hands in ours, then we usually pull him into a sitting/standing position. Which he loves.

Now that his third tooth has finally arrived, he generally loves everything. It's the Return of the Happy Baby, and we are taking full advantage of it. This little boy is giggling at the dogs' wagging tails, gleefully yanking on my hair when I hold him, and screaming with excitement when he shakes his favorite rattle (which is actually a container of mints). Not to mention how happy he gets to feed himself those melt-in-your-mouth puffs (which are delicious, by the way).

What am I going to do when our baby boy starts walking and talking and running? And playing sports, which are accompanied by sports injuries? Can't I just keep him at this stage and snuggle him forever??