It's hard to imagine

It's hard to imagine that less than a month ago this boy couldn't even sit up on his own, let alone crawl or stand up. Now, he's on the go constantly. He's bumped his head more times in the last two week, than in the rest of his short little life.

He has added "dada" to his vocabulary, and now plays ball with Dada. He just doesn't make the connection between what he's saying and this favorite person of his.

In other news, Mr. Bear seems to be mostly over his illness, although he keeps tugging at the ears now and then, and the nose keeps dripping. At least his appetite seems to be coming backs. But, for the past few days he's had a couple of teeth coming through, so that just complicates his misery.

One thing I'm surprised hasn't changed. He still likes being in his Snugli. We went for a walk in Brunswick yesterday, and I thought for sure he'd protest the confinement, but wanted to try anyway. We ended up taking an hour-long walk, and he was as happy as could be, talking to his "girlfriend" (who was in a stroller) while attatched to me.