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Mr. Independent

When Aaron's six month check up was coming up, I had to fill out a milestone sheet before we went. It was asking if he could do all of these activities that I'd never tried before. When we tried the first time, he couldn't do them. But then the next day he picked them right up. Some of them were sitting with his hands propped, and standing while just holding onto my hands. 
He also sat by himself next to his uncle.
 Then he wanted to snuggle. He loves looking up at him. 
The same day he went from sitting to driving. 
He won't let us put his binky in his mouth anymore. He has to do it himself, and he's pretty good at it. Sometimes he misses and sucks on his dinosaurs face which is funny. 
Sometimes he thinks that he doesn't even need his binky and needs some space. 
He tries to feed himself whenever Brinley feeds him, which ends up with him not eating at all. Once he wanted to be fed sitting like this, using her head for support. 

 I taught him the time honored tradition of putting olives on your fingers. He wasn't sure what to think.
Since then he's been getting gradually more and more independent and gets frustrated the more we hold him. It's honestly getting me a little sad. He's growing right up. 

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