Splish splash

It's so hard being a celebrity these days. I mean, with the camera in the face all the time. A guy does tire of it.


Ha!! Who am I kidding? He's a total ham, especially for the camera. Take here for example: his bath now consists of massive splash attacks and an extended game of peek-a-boo via the chrome drain thingy on the tub. Good times. The kid is growing up. He took a few steps last Friday - four little steps, and then plopped down to hands & knees. And we haven't been able to entice him to take more since. But that will officially be his first steps. And he's getting more teeth. That #3 cut through a while back and I'm convinced #4 isn't far behind. I thought it was going to be a molar the way he was gnawing on his fingers back there, but so far I can't see anything.





So anyway, just another usual week for us. [Boring blogger alert!!] We had a fun visit from Lee this weekend and scored some good stuff at McKays. But I think Miles would have been content to watch all the yardwork happening around the hood. He loves the big mowers and seriously shed tears when Alexander finished the front and moved to the backyard this time. Poor guy. He'll be so sad when fall comes, although I'm sure a leaf blower will be just as exciting.