Well, if you count m-m-m-maaa-maaa and lots of blubbering. And guess who's sitting up.And crawling. Man, that boy has found his legs and is on the move. As daddy says, he's like a worm in hot ashes. You can't hang on to him, and he won't be still. I had a terrible time trying to take pictures of him yesterday. The one thing he isn't in a hurry to do? Show us a tooth. He's slobbering like a rabid dog but showing no signs of a tooth yet. However, he is quite interested in untying your shoes and pulling out hunks of your hair. And because we can't say no to him, we let him.
Mon Funday - Looking Out My Front Door
Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy! Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch. Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singin', Doo, doo, ...