E takes over at the Fair

Hi all! Mom is still a little overwhelmed by the pile of pictures from the Minnesota State Fair, so I'm going to give you my tour of a few.

This was my first parade. Dad seemed especially amused by the walking food. It just made me drool.

There were a LOT of people. Glad I didn't have to walk through this! A few seconds after Mom took this picture, Dad ran into one of his friends from Mesaba. What are the odds?

Mom declared this the "crime against nature" for the fair. And said I couldn't have any. But, I like fruit! At least Dad gave me some nectarine. And offered me a pronto pup - not sure about that, dogs lick my face a lot.

Nothing on a stick? But then how do you walk around with it?

This is Minnesota, so there were fish. Grandpa pointed out the big ones. I think some of them were bigger than me!

Dad wouldn't let me ride the moose, but here's a group shot.

Phew! I'm tired out now, just thinking about all of that walking! I'll let Mom take the next batch. I need a nap!

GGma

We headed up to Minnesota last weekend to hit the State Fair and see the family and some friends. I have too many wonderful State Fair pics to clean up. So, until I get a moment for that task, I offer a wonderful subset, neither fried nor on a stick.

Eamon met his great-grandmother Laura last weekend.

Yeah, they had fun.

7 months

Eamon is 7 months old today.

He's definitely bigger than a month ago, (or two - blue chair for scale), although no doctor's visit this month, so no numbers for you all.

His ability to dress himself has not improved. Hence, things like this happen to him.

New category:

Hair: reddish(?) blond (Dad, don't even start). Eyes: Still blue with brown in the middle.

New food: green beans, peas, whole grains (commercial millet/spelt/barley, because I just can't get barley smooth enough on my own - and has anyone out there intentionally eaten spelt?). He's eating a lot more of everything. Still prefers normal glassware to anything designed for babies, and hey, he gets a bath at the same time! (On that note, he's still enjoying showers, although showing a greater tendency to drink the shower water.)

Eamon can now say a variety of random syllables (alala, aga, ahoo, ssseh (which puts him way ahead of me at that age, "s"-wise)), but still is clearest with "dadadadada"

He is scooting backwards with confidence now, and in the last few days he has figured out how to connect it with his rolls to get where he wants. He's only really stumped if the object of his desire is about two inches past his reach directly in front of him (take advantage of that? who? me?).

And a couple of weeks ago he popped out two teeth - bottom front. Fang lost the race. Have yet to get a picture of that, but he'll gladly gnaw on your fingers (arms, calves) and show you!

I'm even content with my own fist, thanks! Well, that, and the wind in my hair...