Remember when we called the baby McLittle? Yeah, that was fun. 🙂
Well, McLittle is 27 weeks old!
He’s rolling a little more this week, and just grabbing everything he can. He laughs a lot more when he sees me at his daycare, too.
We’re starting to experience some separation anxiety (that I’m sure I’ll be mentioning more in the next few weeks and months.) If he doesn’t see me, he sometimes starts wailing. Like he’s in pain. I can be sitting right behind him and he does this.
He does not like pears, and I gave him a taste of applesauce, which he did not appreciate. So we’re sticking with vegetables for a couple of weeks until we can sneak fruits in there.
Pears = torture. Obviously.