Huh. You seem to have this idea that you're a "big boy." I'm not quite sure where you got that, but I totally see it in your face. Especially when we have the audacity to think you're going to sit in that bouncy seat. No way, man. That's so for babies.
This month has brought about so many changes in you. You're transitioning to your crib, which is okay now that the cat hair is gone. It's like jail, with better food. You've also transitioned to new socks, because Lawd, you have some gigantor feet. Blame your father. And me.
You attended your first big kid birthday party. Your friend Megan is almost exactly 9 months older than you. Even so, I expect you to protect her on the playground.
You also went to your first baseball game - ex utero. It was cold and windy, but you made it through the 7th inning and a drunk guy gave you a White Sox shirt. Although we weren't on TV, it was pretty awesome.
You've also been bonding with your daddy a lot more. It seems that you have the same taste in TV. And undershirts.
Those may be his eyes, but your smile, little guy, is all mine.