First off - he gained three pounds in as many weeks. While this might not sound desirable for those health-conscious people out there, remember that he is a baby. Staying 15 pounds forever is unhealthy and weird. And while this might not sound that impressive, given that I can drink a half-gallon of water in one sitting, which is 4 pounds gained in less than ten minutes, remember again that he is a baby. 3 pounds to a 15 pound baby is like, a million percent of your body weight. That would be like if I went from 200 pounds to 240 in three weeks. Don't tempt me, especially with the holidays fast approaching.
Second - once he packed on the pounds like a giant lardo, he leveled off and focused on getting to regular human status. This means he popped out TWO TEETH SIMULTANEOUSLY. He was all like, "yo, all you otha babies are weak with your whole one teeth at a time wussy-pants thing". And he didn't even get fussy, as if to reiterate his badassness.
He also went from dry-humping the air in a kind of awkward rocking motion on all fours to 100% legitimately crawling in under a week. Ok, maybe he crawls like he's a goose-stepping horse, but a victory's still a victory. And just to make sure we're all aware of his stubbornness, he STILL refuses to sit.
|This foal is seeking Kyle|
And with these two huge unexpectedly amazing advancements, he finally learned how to suck on things. I always thought this was the first thing babies learned - but not with this one. But we gave him a strawberry and his head almost exploded from happiness and deliciousness.
Which brings us to our last advancement - he's starting to have fits. Already. We took the strawberry away from him after it was done, and he (for the first time ever) fell into a fit of rage and then depression. He screamed like someone was shooting him in the face, then peeing on him, and then kicking and peeing on his dog.
Psh, joke's on him though - he doesn't even HAVE a dog.