Judah cracks me up. He already knows how to be funny. He will do something like hang a sock out of his mouth or turn his pacifier sideways and then look at us to make sure we see him. When we acknowledge what he's doing he'll laugh like, "I know, it's hilarious, isn't it?!" He likes to play stare down as he moves his face closer and closer to yours. Then when he gets right up to you he'll grab your face or hair and pull you in for a lovely, slobbery french kiss. Poor Luke and Eli get their hair pulled all the time because they're just the right height when he's on my hip.
Judah's sitting up well now. He's also getting on his knees. He will probably be crawling before too long, which will be a fun challenge since we have all kinds of small toy pieces and parts all over the house. I guess I'll be used to him moving already, though, because even now if you put him down he rolls from one side of the room to the other.
I remember writing a thank you note to Baby Einstein when either Luke or Eli were babies. They might be due for another from me. This is what Judah looks like when we turn on Baby Van Gogh.
And this is what he looks like when I try to nurse him somewhere other than in his room in the dark. He's a little bit of a nosey butt.
If you notice in the pictures his nose is a little orange. He likes his fruits and veggies. I'm trying to do more green veggies and purple and white fruits to balance out his coloring. We've started giving him a few nibbles of table food, which is going pretty well. He just likes to eat. Seems to be the standard in our house.