Ever since Kevin was first born, he has been a little lady's man. As soon as he was socially aware, he would flirt with everyone he met. When he was smaller, women would say hello to him, and he'd tuck his little chin in, give them a 'shy' smile, and bat his eyelashes. It was pretty adorable.
Then, when Kevin was only a few months old, he met a little girl at church. By his own instigation, (I didn't help or encourage in any way) he reached over and grabbed her hand. She tried to get away, but he was determined to hang on. Soon, he was trying to hold hands with every little girl he met.
Boys, on the other hand, were meant for wrestling. Kevin is pretty gentle with babies who are smaller than him. In fact, he has surprised me on more than one occasion where he is crawling toward a little baby, and I jumped up to stop him from attacking them. However, instead of trying to claw out their eyes, he settled back on his rump and just sat watching them.
When the baby's bigger though, there are no rules. Kevin thinks they can take it. He climbs on top of them, pushes them, steals toys from them, and generally acts like a little boy. He's not purposefully mean, and usually boys play right back. Sometimes, he gets a little rough with older girls, but usually they win.
At my brother's wedding the other day, he and his new wife had their first dance, and then they invited everyone else to dance with them. While Grig and I danced together, Kevin made the rounds with one single woman after another. He had a great time, and he helped some nice ladies feel less lonely.
Pretty good for an eight month old.
As Kevin nears nine months, it's hard to believe that he is growing up so fast. My aunt made the comment that now he's been outside of my stomach as long as he was inside. Weird! Time seemed to pass so much slower when he was inside. I know as he grows up, we're going to have to keep an eye on him. He's cute, and he knows it. We don't want him breaking too many hearts....
At least, not before he turns five.
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