Yesterday as he crawled around making that damp buzzing, razzing sound they make, I realized that his travelling was not random. He was weaving in and out under the dining room set and there was a definite pattern and purpose to what he was doing. He's so much fun to watch as he explores the world. I can see through his eyes and absolutely everything is cool. Rocks are fascinating.
Books are good to lick.
Mud is tasty. The dog's water bowl is Nirvana. It's not all fun and games. He's hit that charming phase where he screams if mama walks out of his line of sight. He's cutting a third tooth and is cranky about that.