My (not so) baby

Sweet Landon rarely ever gets his own post in the blog. So, today is all about him. We went to the doctor yesterday for his 6 month check up (that's occurring at 7 1/2 months). I knew the kid was big. My sore arms have been telling me that for months now, but it still surprised me when the doctor told me he's the size of an average 13 month old. He was 22.8 pounds and 28 1/4 in. long. That's a big kid. (Not as big as his brother, though. Sloan was 28 3/4in. long and 23 pounds at 6 months - the actual 6 months!) I also did not realize the poor kid had four teeth about to pop through on the top. That explains his terrible sleeping the past several weeks. Poor little baby - his mouth hurts! He got his two shots a kiss on the cheek from the doctor and off I went with my brute and the other two hooligans running madly behind me. Landon is such a joy. I know I've said that a lot, but he really is. He has pretty much stolen my heart. He just smiles and giggles all the time. Sometimes you don't even have to do anything - you just look at him and he'll snort and laugh. It's the sweetest sound on earth. He's got the cutest head of hair right now. While Sloan sported a kickin' mullet and Tia grew a mohawk, Landon is growing wispy blond hair all over his head, and no matter what I do, it always stands up straight. It's so cute. I try to plaster it down but as soon as it dries, it bounces right back up. My baby wants to crawl right now, something I'm not to crazy about but I know it's inevitable. He gets frustrated with being immobile and will eventually just start making noise until someone picks him up. He loves his voice and squeals and talks just to hear himself. All around, he's just a great kid and I can't wait to see what he's going to be like as he gets older. I get the impression that he's going to be the family clown. He's gonna be the one always looking for a laugh. He definately brings a unique joy to our family unit.