What's up, Mom? We're just hanging out, eating some wings. 
Ya know, checking out the dogs on the deck, all that...it's a hard life.
May 09-
Early June 09-
Late June 09-My favorite.
July 09- He was pretty much done with the whole "taking naps on the parents" thing, sadly...but I caught a rare moment of the "baby sleeping in child's play pose"
February 2010- Note the crazy hair. He may sleep quietly on his belly, but it's not calm...
March 2010- This is how he took his naps last week - in the carrier, walking on the creek path, in this case.
Hope that brings a calm start to your week. He's feeling much better now, and creating great chaos. Videos to come in the next few days.
He's come a looong way. Same swing (although he is in it backwards because, well, I didn't know there was a backwards). He loves the swings now. And the crawling about. Not so sure about the slides yet.... but he cried when I pulled him out of that swing, and was very happy when I put him back in.
He makes his own unique song.
Lo, it is a happy one, for spring is coming, the weather is warming, and he will return to the grounds of play.
It came with the other craigslist freebies. I'm sure he has no idea what/who it is (and I'm pretty sure it's Disney, but which one?) It does make me smile, particularly since he does know enough to try to make her "walk" across his tray.
It's one of his favorite toys. The scary thing is that he knows to point it at the TV. And he doesn't see TV watching five days of the week...
I mentioned that we rearranged the couches last weekend. This included Ray cleaning all the floors (yay!) Eamon is usually in the Bjorn when Ray vacuums, so the minute Ray started cleaning, Eamon was at his feet, arms up to be picked up. 
He likes to "help".
And, of course, one should follow hard work with a mango break (note half the couch in the background).
The changes are slower, less obvious, until they smack us in the face like they did yesterday. He gets whatever we're eating, although he'd far prefer that this involve yogurt or noodles. He's constantly narrating his world, although we still don't understand most of it. He patently understands us, although he prefers to ignore that fact when convenient. He uses signs, although I've yet to see one really make sense ("milk" when he is drinking, and then sometimes at random.. "where", at random... "all done", sometimes, when we don't get him out of the highchair fast enough). "Uh-oh" remains his main discernible word.
Whatever, Dad, I can get down from here just fine... and I'm outta here!
