Well, two teef are in and a third on the way, and walking is just around the corner. Lots of falls and bruises and to put it indelicately, snot. Maybe this has something to do with teething? Talking sometimes seems even closer than walking, as G. carries on animatedly as if he is saying words-- a great double-talk act.
We went to the beach for a couple days, but mostly, walking to the grocery store in the stroller is our big daily outing. Reading has emerged, delightfully, as a new source of interest. G. seems to sustain his attention through a whole book, and like every child I have ever met, he loves Goodnight Moon. Life continues apace.
