e is almost eight months old. Last night he pulled himself up on his toy bin and stood for a few minutes. It was pretty amazing. I was excited that E and I were just sitting around watching all this. He has seven teeth, I know all of them quite well. He's been squootching (how do you spell that?!) across the floor to get shiny objects to then eat. We've been doing finger sweeps in his mouth to prevent swallowing. I'm pretty sure something sneaked through last night.
Well the tiger woke up too early and I have to move on with the day. I'm looking forward to being here more, my thinking spot. I've sure missed it.