Grant perfected "pulling to a stand" in the last few days, and one of the things he likes to stand on is Cooper's plastic barn. He towers over it and likes to whack at it with his hands, and it has a sort of comical Godzilla-esque look to the whole experience. As a result, we've started calling him Grantzilla.
On an only tangentally related note, I took him in for his 6 month appointment today. He weighs 18lbs and 14oz- which is still quite large for his age. I think they said it was 86% or something. Big kid!
In classic adorable Grant fashion, when it was time for him to get his shot he thought that the nurse was trying to tickle his fat little thighs, and he giggled confusedly the whole time. It was sort of a nervous giggle laugh. Perhaps best of all, it made the nurse and I laugh, and so when the shot was over and it no longer stung, Grant burst out into a full on laugh at us laughing at him. The nurse said she's never seen a baby giggle while getting a shot in her whole full 10 years of nursing. She told all the other nurses about it, and when we left the exam room they were all saying "there's the baby that giggled! can you believe it?!"
That's Grant for you. He's so dang positive that he thinks a nurse grabbing his leg to steady it for a hypodermic needle is actually a fun tickling game.
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