We have been calling Trevor a Penguin since he was a few months old. He developed his kicking and "leg" skills right on time, he would kick away...all day long. But, he wouldn't use his hands, bat at toys or hold his bottle. I suspect it was a result of swaddling him for almost 6 months and laying him to sleep exclusively on his back. Slow hand coordination was a small price to pay for reduced SIDS risks!! Along came the Penguin reference (with a cute dance by Darren to illustrate his point) and the name stuck. It was a Penguin Christmas. He got this Penguin from Nanny, two Penguin ornaments, a Penguin from Grandma-ma. March Trevor....march!
Trevor loves to splash and loves the water, even when it is dumped over his head so we are taking full advantage and getting him started early. Baby swim lessons at SMU every Tuesday night. It is all kinds of adorable.
Trevor really loves his 2 first teeth. Anything that allows him to use them is his new favorite thing. I found him gnawing like a woodchuck on his crib rail...yes...wood stained slobber all over his shirt. That can't be good for him! He is also very reluctant to feed himself anything that is actually OK to go in his mouth. He puts lots of things in his mouth...it's just never food. Not Cheerios, puffs...anything. But, now we have found graham crackers and he LOVES biting off pieces. The sugar high that came after this revelation was sobering...but, hey...anything to get him to start feeding himself is good in my book. Luckily he finally started holding his own bottle so that I don't have to drive to work in the morning one handed....not safe!
