08.27.13 - Tuesday

My dear boy, I went down to the laundry room to throw in your laundry. I left you safely ensconsed in teh middle of the living room floor. When I came back two minutes later you were completely under the table in your quest of a balloon. How you managed to yourself under thet able which involves army-crawling over the legs of the chairs, I'm not really sure. But as it kept you in a happy pursuit for about 30 minutes, I left you to it.

You're going to be difficult to keep up with, I predict.

08.24.13 - Saturday

In the past month, you've added two more teeth, are combination army crawl/rolling all over the house, and are determined to crawl. You've figured out the position but can't quite get the hands and knees to coordinate movement. Your toes are one of the most fascinating objects of play, second only to your tongue.