It seems like just yesterday, we brought James Wolf home from the hospital. He couldn't yet fuss (fuss, fuss, fuss, fuss AND fuss) hold up his head, focus his eyes on anything, smile, giggle, coo, play, get angry, scream out of frustration, go on play-dates with Oscar and Sabine, sleep in his crib, fall asleep on his own, pull at my hair, yank tufts of my hair out, make drool-bubbles, hide cheese in his neck-folds, poop once a day instead of once every hour, squeal, squirm, blast off into space, run and administer Wolfville AND Wolf Island, escape from his crib and go on wacky adventures (with a little help from his friends)... he has become a pretty amazing little man! And all of these changes took place over just a few months.
Here is a typical day in the life of James Wolf:
1-Putting all kinds of things in his mouth, over and over again, like Sophie the giraffe, his Squishy toy, his rattle... I think that Boubou our cat is next! Run if you can little man, James Wolf is quite the little drool-factory!
2-Reading, well, kind of...
3- Staring at his friends... and I mean staring staring.
4- Hang out on Wolf Island, of which he is also the mayor (and he's just been reelected!!!)
5- Play with his toys, make new friends... and stare (and stare, and stare)
6- FUSSING!
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