He weighs 23.5 lbs.
He wears 12-month clothing. Mostly to accommodate his girth. His squat, little legs are still in six-month pants. "Shorty" would be a good nickname for him if he didn't already have three hundred.
He has what I think will be hazel eyes, just like his older brother, Buddha.
He has blond hair, lots of chub, and rainbow smiley eyes (I hope these never change).
He doesn't like baby food . . . at all.
He loves Cheerios, deli sliced chicken and provolone cheese, peas, whole wheat bread chunks dunked in yogurt, and lots and lots of breast milk.
Pip is 7.5 months old.
He has a deep voice and the best, most hearty baby laugh ever.
He is a mama's boy with definite stranger anxiety.
He is mauled by his two doting brothers on a daily basis.
He loves baths and has one every night before he goes to bed. He is so cute sitting up all by himself in all that ocean of water. He has started to pull himself up on the side of the bath and pat the water-logged bathtub ledge. When he stands up, Mommy has to plop him back down and say "No, no, no, Pipilo."
He likes to go places in the car but hates our double stroller. He IS a fan of the Bugaboo, however, and plays the part of a king whenever we stroll him around in it.
He pulls himself up on furniture all the time and has numerous bumps and bruises on his head already to prove his adventurous nature.
When he falls, he's a big cry baby.
He enjoys walking around holding onto fingers.
He loves to grin at his Uncle Daniel, Aunt Sara, and Granny on Skype.
He has no teeth yet.
He likes to sing "lalalalalala", say "dadadadadada" and "bababababa", and pat everything.
The Chief knows when Pip is tired when he's holding him because Pip will start patting his arm and humming.
Pip still loves to pause and examine his hands every now and then. I love it. It's one of my favorite things to watch him do. It's so sweet.
His favorite toys are remote controls, cell phones, paper, balls, and shoes (ew).
He loves to be outside.