There's my boy! Showing off his new haircut. I especially like how he sets it off with the meat on his shirt and the carrot bits on his face. But this is actually a pretty clean picture compared to most meals. And they are my only time to really take pictures, because if he's on the floor, he's on the move. He was really good this weekend. We did some swimming, which he is really starting to like. And a couple trips to the store, where he practiced some of his new high-volume vocals. And a lot of crawling, pulling, smacking toys together, and general baby fun. He's also starting to figure out that we are pretty fun people to play with. And it's no longer acceptable for him to be banished to his crib at night when there is so much left to do! I guess he is starting to have a little bit of separation anxiety. But after a rough start, he is usually sleeping well the rest of the night. I try to be strong. I really do. He gets on his knees, grasps his prison bars, and yells like a banshee...tears soaking his shirt as they pour down his sad red face. It all but kills me. I admit I gave in twice. But in the end I resisted, as I could see it was only making things worse. Good thing he's so happy during the day, or else I'd really feel like a heel.
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