Nico is 8 months old today. WOW. 8 months old. That is so weird.
He is a lot of fun lately. He has been sleeping better at night... now it's just a battle to get to bed sooner (for Dave and me). The legislature is in full-on idiot mode: the House was in session all night last night debating the teacher merrit pay bill. Seriously? All-night? Yet, they took time out of their busy schedule a couple of weeks ago to recognize and honor the Rickards High School Basketball Team for winning the State Title. Awesome. But I digress.
It seems like he is starting to figure things out. He is sooooo close to crawling-crawling, like pushing up onto his knees to crawl. And he pretty much has the alligator crawl figured out. I think he really likes hanging out on the floor at the house because the hardwood floor is so easy to pull himself along on.
He still isnt very interested in his own food. He would rather have "bites" of our food, whatever it is. Piece of scone? Yes, please. Pizza crust? Thank you very much!! Orange? Gimme some of that orange!! He isn't really "eating" it... mostly just biting his gums down on it. But in all, he is pretty cool.
We have a fun weekend on deck. The Highland Games on Saturday... I am hoping to get some cleaning done on Sunday, and maybe some sewing. Who knows?
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