Here’s our little big guy, surrounded by toys, and only wanting to play with the pile of DVDs on the entertainment center.  He managed to pull them all down and had moved on to the figurines and photos when I decided it might be time to put the camera down and work on stopping Hurricane Adam.

He’ll pull himself up and then use whatever he’s holding to walk until he gets to the end and then gets really mad when he can’t walk any further.  I think he forgets that he’s able to crawl.

Here’s the best picture I’ve been able to get of his tooth – see it there in the middle of his bottom gum?

He’s a cute one, that’s for sure.

Conversation overheard between Dave and Adam…

Dave: Let me phrase it in an SAT-style question:

All Adams sleep in cribs. You are an Adam.

Given the above information where should you sleep?

a.) On the couch.

b.) On Daddy.

c.) In a crib.

d.) None of the above.

Adam: Screeeeech! (I translate this to mean he picks “d”).

And yes, that photo was midscreech.  He is currently treating Dave as his personal jungle gym and crawling all over him and the couch.  I think someone mixed some caffeine pills in with his pears.  It’s going to be a long night.

Maybe I’ll sleep in the crib.

In other fun news, earlier I used a red marker to draw an “X” on Dave’s leg – you should see Adam try to grab it.  It’s pretty cute.

For the past couple of nights Adam has been sleeping horribly.  He’s been waking up a lot and when he finally does get to sleep he’s been really restless.  I think this was due to his tooth making it’s final surge through the gum-line.  That’s right – as of yesterday we confirmed the appearance of Adam’s first tooth.  I was a little unsure of what date is the actual date to use (for baby book purposes – please tell me I’m not the only one that obsesses about this type of thing).  I mean, should it be when the tooth first breaks the surface? Or when it’s through all the way?

In the end we decided to go with when the tooth was first able to inflect pain on someone other than its owner (those little suckers are sharp!).  So that means that March 7th was the date for the record book.  He chomped down on Dave pretty good yesterday (that’s my boy).

So one of the things that has been on my to-do list for the past couple of months is to update the look of this website.  I finally got around to that today and while I’m not totally thrilled with this layout, it will do for now.  The one thing I don’t like is that commenting is not intuitive.  You have to click on the title of the post to go to a different screen if you want to comment.  But still, it’s a start.

So far I’ve kept up with my resolution to post here at least once a week – gold star for me.  I can’t believe it is March already.  February was so full of new things for the little dude, I can’t wait to see what he does next.  In addition to the crawling, standing, and tongue sticking outing, he has decided he needs teeth.  I’m not sure I’m 100% on board with this decision.  So far it seems like it’s been nothing but tears and pain – and I’m sure it’s not easy on Adam either.  He doesn’t have any visible pearly whites yet, but I can feel the bump where one is trying to push through.  Based on the fact that he flips out when I try to touch it, I’m pretty sure he can feel it too.

Earlier today Adam was starting to fall asleep and I decided to put him in his crib for a nap (now that he’s standing the bassinet is out).  He cried a little when I set him down, but after a couple of minutes the noise stopped and I thought that he was sleeping.  I crept upstairs to check on him and this is what I found:

He looks pretty pleased with himself, doesn’t he?  Score: Adam 1, Mommy 0.

Adam has started sticking out his tongue when he’s concentrating.  It is the funniest thing and I’ve made it my mission to get a picture of it.  And apparently crawling isn’t enough for him, he’s been using whatever he can to pull himself up into a standing position.  He will grab on to the couch, his toys, my hair, whatever he can reach.  He’s such a determined little dude.

He’s also enamored with the lady on the NutriSystem commercials – no joke.  Whenever Amy comes on he will stop what he is doing and watch her.  He even smiles at her!  The little brat.  I’ll try to distract him and get him to look at me and he won’t have anything to do with me.  I’m not too jealous though, he does the same thing with Elmo.

Confession: The P&G Commercial that they’ve been playing during the Olympics, the one that shows the athletes as children and ends with something like, “to their moms, they’ll always be little kids”, makes my eyes tear up every time I see it.  Every time.

About two weeks ago we saw Adam roll from back to front for the first time.  I think he’s been able to do it for a little while now, but this was the first confirmed sighting.  Then just Thursday night at Great Grandma Elsa’s house he started scooting himself around in a crawling position.  She has a longer carpet and he was grabbing it and using it to pull himself around.  We bribed him by putting a Reader’s Digest just out of his reach.  I know, I know, my kid’s weird.  Some babies would work on getting to a toy, or snack, or their mommy – my boy wanted the Reader’s Digest.  I think he likes the cute little funny stories – either that or wanted to stuff the glossy pages in his mouth.

Anyway, it seems like that was the push he needed to figure out the whole crawling thing.  He is getting better and better at it each day.  I guess his Daddy and I need to go pick up a baby gate or two – three story townhouses are not the safest for mobile babies.  Good thing we have a new truck so we can get those gates home from the store.

Yep, that’s our other news – Dave’s small little, slightly impractical, two-seat sports car was traded in on Tuesday for a  new crew cab Chevy Silverado.  It’s blue and it’s pretty!!  Um, I mean manly, yeah, it’s pretty manly.  I tried to convince Dave that I should get the truck and he should take my car….it didn’t work.

And just because every post is better with a picture – here’s one of the little dude eating carrots – another first for this past week and he absolutely loves them.

I’m sorry that instead of dimples you inherited your father’s fair complexion (I see a lot of sunscreen in your future), sweaty feet, and weird hairline.  Most of all I’d like to apologize for the fact that you got your dad’s ridiculously long monkey toes.

You did get my cute nose, so there’s a silver lining for you right?  And monkey toes or not, you are still the most adorable baby in the world.