Baby Camden

I feel really bad that I have not posted or even taken a lot of pictures of baby Camden (that is what he is called at our house by Dallin and Kennedy).  To be honest having 3 is not as bad as everyone warned me about, but it is really really busy.  Some days things do not get done like the laundry or the cleaning or a good dinner, and sometimes (like all the time) at night when I would normally blog I am just too tired.  Little, cute, sweet Camden wakes up every morning for the day between 5:30 and 6:30 happy as can be with no chance of going back to sleep. I can't really complain though because he has been doing this since 3 months.  He is by far my happiest and smiliest baby and my most high maintenance, is that possible?  He does not like to be left alone for very long at all.  I think it is because when Dallin is home he is with Camden most of the time.  It is really cute.  When he plays his Leapster he brings Camden on the couch to watch him.  When he plays with his wrestlers he brings Camden and gives him some of his guys to play with.  Now if we could just split that affection up so he could give some to his sister that would be nice:)  In Dallin's prayers at night he asked Heavenly Father to help him to be nice to his brother and sister, and then he said, nevermind just my sister!  Camden has been a great addition to our family, but 3 is just busy.  So for my family who are now happy that I have not posted pictures for awhile here is Camden at almost 8 months:

Kennedy wanted to hold him, so this is the before picture when she let him fall on his face.  Don't worry he didn't even cry.

The successful attempt at Kennedy holding baby Camden.

A few things about Camden:

He love to eat, he preferes people food and not baby food.  He will tolerate baby food as long as no one else is eating anything around him.  And you cannot fool him.  If I am eating a chip and give him a cracker he knows, if Nana Mare is eating caramel corn and we give him a cracker he knows and throws a fit until he gets real food.

He did not sit up until 7 and 1/2 months and that was with a lot of practice.  We call him stiff baby because he does not bend and likes to stand.  I had to literally fold him in half to teach him to sit.  It was pretty funny. 

He is happy as can be and smiles at anyone and anything.  I was crying one day and he thought it was hilarious and was actually giggling at me crying.  At least I couldn't stay sad looking at his giggling face. 

Suprisingly enough he is only in the 20th percentile for height and weight.  But since they are the same he is square and still cute and chubby.  His head is in the 60th percentile, my children have large heads, and the doctor told me that make babies seem bigger.  I thought she was joking when she said he was in the 20th, I thoughr for sure he was at least average..

He is so sweet and has the sweetest disposition and the sweetest spirit about him.