Ash is mobile, doing this cross between an army crawl and actually crawling. We were at a read-along program the other day at a local library and the leader asked how old he was and I said, “six and a half months old,” to which she responded, “Oh my god!” and I stopped her there and said, “I KNOW, you don’t even need to say it, I know.” She looked at him with amazement and at me with pity. Life is so much more difficult now. Wonderful, but difficult. He loves the blue bag full of recycling, crawling under his exersaucer, the Wii and will even come to me when I sit on the floor and call him over.
Today he ate organic butternut squash for the first time. When I took it away from him (he’s only allowed a small amount of any food the first time he tries it in case he’s allergic) he cried. You can see an orange smear on the corner of his mouth in the picture, heh.
Today he laughed his head off while we danced to Daft Punk. What a great kid.
