bebitino popochón, as we like to call him around here, is the newest and squishiest member of our family. for blogging purposes i will call him pop, which, as you may already know, also means octopus in catalán. now that i think of it, he kind of resembles one when he scoots around the house on his bottom, stretching out his arms and one leg (he hasn't learned to crawl because being on his belly makes him feel like a beached whale).
anyway, my little pisces was born almost a year ago, a year that seemed either excruciatingly slow or lighting-fast, with moments where time stood still sprinkled here and there, all covered by a haze of sleeplessness.
pop himself is mostly restless, yet sometimes peaceful. he loves tickles and hugs, but will suddenly pull your hair or bite you, or both simultaneously. he's always so charming around people that no one believes he also has a tremendous temper.
he will wash over you like a wave, giving you a little tumble, and you will come out of it feeling refreshed, but probably missing a shoe, which he will of course be chewing on.
