Alrighty, on to the news--Daddy is in South Africa. He left a few days ago--June 19 to be exact--and will be gone until July 8. So far, you and I have done okay. Someone toilet-papered our house, and you aren't resting very well at night, but other than that, we're just fine. We get to talk to Daddy this week on Skype which helps, but next week we won't be able to at all, so I'm sure we'll both be a little bit sad.
I took you to the pediatrician on Friday for a check up. You've hardly gained any weight because you are SO active, and it doesn't seem like you've gotten much taller, either. But the doctor thinks the nurse didn't quite measure right. In any case, your stats were 17lbs 10 oz and 26 inches. You're doing much better at standing up next to things, and you're even inching along the couch, so I'm guessing that in another month or so, you'll be walking. Yikes.
You talk all the time. I love hearing you make new sounds, and get excited. And the other day, Logan and I heard you singing in the car. It was to a Stephen Curtis Chapman song, and it made me cry. I hope you love to sing as much as I do.
You're getting another tooth, and you've decided it's okay to bite me when I'm empty. That's fun.
Oh, and your newest thing is laughing at me when I get stern with you. I'm trying to teach you some behavioral things, and, well...you're having none of it. As soon as I give you the "look", you laugh! And, of course, it breaks me down and I laugh, too. I love you, but I sure hope that I'm not such a softy when you REALLY mess up! ;^}
LOVE you, Baby!
