What an eager child I have! He's just like his aunt Maysen (so I'm told), he never stops. He's always saying things, nonstop. He'll talk just to talk and he'll talk over anybody, even the voices on his movies. Oftentimes I find myself reiterating his babbling, which is cute when he does it but crazy when I do it.
He always wants to be doing something and it just so happens that what he wants to do is never sleep. He'll run himself right into the ground. He stands up with only the support of what he grabs onto with one hand and can scoot across the floor, he's even started to tuck his knees so his scooting has more force behind him. He screams with frustration that he can't get anywhere, he just wants to go. He rolls all over the place, it's his primary mode of transportation. I do exercises with him, to build up his muscles and I feel like that's something I shouldn't have done because now his legs are stronger than my arms. He has so much energy that Benjamin and I sometimes just listen to his frustrated yelling and lay on the ground to rest while Charles-Winston rolls around.
