Second In Command

So, what has the other half of the dynamic duo been up to? Aside from giving our pediatrician lots of business, he's been going through those rapid changes that only seven month olds can do (I had forgotten how much change happens between 6-9 months. Egad, he's like a new kid every day).

Until about a week ago, he was still happy roosting on his rump. This sitting with toys stage has been lovely and as long as someone (preferably me... and that's not my ego talking) is a checking in with him and within sight, he's content. Unfortunately (see below), that may soon come to an end...

In addition to becoming a traditional epicure (come visit and you too can have some beet, that's right I said BEET nuggets. Mmmmmh), he's finding lots of things that are tasty:

He is also sneaking his way into conversation and not letting the big gun do all the chatting. Unfortunately, he comes armed with the most ear-splitting scream. Happy, sad, needing attention... who knows but it makes me jump out of my skin every time he does it (it's the worst when I'm driving and trying to avoid senior citizens. EEK).

And, this past week has brought that amazingly squirmy wormy stage and real desire to crawl instead of scooting 360s. We're in the "diaper changes take approximately 19.5 hours to accomplish because someone cannot stay still or on his back or at one end or the other of the changing table" place...

On your mark, get set...

I think he's starting to realize how much power he holds in his little grasp. He too can bug small people now. And yes, he's wearing only his shoes. They were the only things not completely slimed after lunch. 

His plank position is better than mine ever was. Rest assured, that's my hand right there ready to pull him back from the edge. 

Cooked.