When I was pregnant with him, we all called him Peanut. That didn't really stick once he was born. I refer to him as Matty when I write but rarely do I ever say it outloud. (Which actually is funny because I had to campaign with Eric to be "allowed" to call him that. I got permission until he was in kindergarten but not after : ) Over the past couple of weeks, his natural nickname has become clear.
Meet Bruiser Greer. Bruiser is a rough and tough little guy. When he sees something he wants, he crawls full speed ahead grunting and giggling the whole way. If there is a toy, person, or dog in his way he just plows right over it. He can't be bothered with going around anything. This morning he has ripped the glass door off the fireplace TWICE. Then when I was singing to him before I laid him down for a nap, he yanked his mobile off his crib. He can eat like a champ too. He just started table food last week and is already eating more than his Buddy & Sissy! He has a very healthy appetite. That works out well because he doesn't tolerate taking a bottle much. He simply can't be bothered laying still like a baby for the 10 or so minutes it takes to feed him one! The whole time I am giving him one, he is wiggling around or playing with his foot. His favorite position is to grap his left foot and to play with is up by his ear.
He is growing well. Last week at his 9 month appointment he measured at 18 lbs 1 oz. That is almost 2 lbs heavier than Ethan was at the same time. We tend to think that Bruiser is so big, but he is still only in the 14th percentile! I guess we Greer's have skewed view of baby sizes after 5 preemies in the family : )