Well, it seems that my procrastination reaches farther than school.  I’ll be better about this, I promise.  Aaron would probably have you believe it’s because I am in a drunken stupor every evening, but this really only happens 5 out of the 7 days of the week.

Now onto tonight’s specials:  babbling, music, and our own version of 6 Flags.

 Sharon-he does babble.  The other night we were, Melanie probably most of all, pleased to hear a bit of “mama” strung in with the rest of his “words.”  Tonight he was especially talkative.  My favorite, however, is the humming.  When he is most content playing with a toy or flipping through a book, Cutler’s tongue makes its appearance and the singsong humming is in full swing.  This being said, he absolutely loves music.  Most preferably it is probably not when I am singing to him, but when it is coming from a toy, and is in tune.

 We are still continuing to see a happy baby.  In fact, his physical therapist is also seeing our favorite side of Cutler.  On Monday, our PT arrived with her boss in tow to take notes and witness the screaming and tears for herself.  Only…there were none.  He played, smiled, and even laughed while working on his reaching and walking.  He gets a kick out of rolling a ball back and forth on the floor, and has developed a knack for scooting it along with his foot as well.  Luckily, this new attitude prevailed for Wednesday’s visit as well, minus the boss.  So we’re all keeping our fingers crossed that Cutler was just testing the woman who visits twice a week, and will play nice from now on.

 The reaching and “tummy-time” are helping to strengthen his core; which is why he’s a bit wobbly on his feet.  Hopefully once he has abs of steel, he’ll be up and running…literally.  And once he is, there will be no stopping him.  Most babies are easy to distract by holding up something shiny, but with Cutler once he has his eye on something he wants to play with it.  Memory like a steel trap with this one!

 We also did well on the eating front today, which is like a rollercoaster ride.  So on the days where we’re on the upswing, we’ll take it!  This morning he was only interested in the baby crack, and then he ate an entire yogurt cup and snacked on some cereal in the afternoon.  This is the most that I have personally seen him eat, although I did a bit of a bad job smearing his face from time to time.  But that’s why someone is reaping the benefits from the invention of the bib, right?

 And yes…there was a literal 7-day cake-eating binge.  I quite possibly ate the equivalent of an entire cake by myself.  Carol-be sure to tell Pat that the chocolate cake was taken care of!

 Once again, I will be better about making a diary entry.  But until then, bon appetite!