Angus is close to walking. I don't know about any of you, but that sentence is enough to strike fear in my little heart.
After months of crawling
only backward, Angus one day decided it was time to move forward, and it's been a steady stream of baby-proofing, my shouts of "Angus, no! Don't eat that!", and my steady decline into further madness. Any day now, he'll be strolling around the house like he owns it. Which is great from a developmental standpoint - not so great from the point of view of my overburdened sanity!
Anyway, Angus is chugging along quite well. He's babbling like a drunken Irishman pretty much any given moment that he's awake, he's eating like a champ (if you get the chance to hold him, you'll understand that he's not missing any meals), and he's getting into anything and everything he can. It's hard to believe he's almost one year old (!!!), but that's right, one year ago today, I was two weeks away from my due date - large and in charge and ready for him to be born already! More on the past year later, but for now, a few pictures to get the blog-wheels greased again.
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| His hair has recovered nicely from the Daycare Disaster '14. Well, it's debatable whether it's "nice" hair. But it's definitely A LOT of crazy hair. |
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| Umm...I may think the legal drinking age is a bit strange, but you're still a bit on the young side to be hitting the hooch. |
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| Pondering the meaning of life on one of our three visits to Roosevelt Island last weekend. |
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| He looooves the swings! |
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| He also loooooves the bath tub! |
Master of the house.
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