Last Friday night we decided to go down to the beach. Wes had a good time putting his hands in the sand. He couldn't figure out why he couldn't hold onto it. He's turned into quite the ham for the camera lately. He just smiles and giggles all the time. Ben and I can't get enough of him. He looks extra porky in the bottom picture for some reason. He must have been pushing his belly out to try and look like those 50th percentile kids.
Wes likes his cereal plain and isn't a fan when I try to sneak in his liquid vitamins. I don't blame him for his vitamins are yucky tasting. He has to have them though, because he currently has an iron deficiency. I keep telling him that he either has to eat it wih his cereal or he has to get it crammed down his throat straight up. I'm trying to reason with a six month old in a situation where he basically loses either way. But, it sure makes it a heck of a lot easier for mommy when it is in the cereal.
We went to a local fruit farm to pick up some peaches and apples. I bet you didn't realize how big we grow apples around here, huh? This big 'en had a circumference of 14.75 inches! Wes was quite impressed even though he doesn't look like it. He was just probably thinking, "Mom, I'm tired and want to go to bed. Are you done already?".
Wesley decided to give himself a mohawk last Saturday. Looks good Wes!
I don't know what he was thinking here, but he sure cracks me up with this pose. It was too funny not to share.
Wes thinks Grandpa H.'s beard is pretty cool. Of course, now Ben thinks Wes would want him to grow a beard. Remember the beard he grew right before Wes was born? Mommy doesn't think so! ;)
On Saturday, September 26th, Wes and I have decided to complete a 5k walk to help raise money for the Southwest Michigan Progeria Research Foundation. A fellow Whirlpool employee has a son, Cameron, with Progeria. Progeria is a rare genetic condition characterized by an appearance of accelerated aging and a short life expectancy. Cam is one out of fifteen with Progeria in this country.
Wes just started making this face last weekend. He sticks his little tongue out and blows spit. He thinks he is just the funniest thing ever. I have to say that I agree with him. :)
Don't you just love this mischievous look? He looks like he will grow up to be a prankster to me. Maybe someday he will do the Tarzan yell in between the glass entrance doors to the mall like his daddy once did when he was little? Or maybe he will hide in the clothes rack, make me scared to death because I couldn't find him and then push the clothes aside and say, "Boo!"? Or maybe he'll take the mini van out on the town with his buddies, drive with the side doors open and squirt poor innocent people as they drive by? Boy, his daddy was sure crazy back in the day, wasn't he? Will this be a case of father like son? If so, wish me luck!