Brain Trauma and Other Family Fun

It's official: Lincoln is into everything. Holy Cow. Remember the good ol' days when we were wondering when he would ever crawl and trying so hard to get him moving? Boy, were we fools.

Last week he took a nose dive over the bottom rung of a bar stool, and came up with bruises on his forehead so nasty, I thought we were headed straight to the ER. Luckily, he seemed fine and went right back at it crawling around and climbing up on things.

He LOVES to be outside, and if we open the back door for any reason, he stops what he is doing and makes a beeline for the outside world. He climbs down the step on to the patio, then across and down another step to play in the grass or climbs in and out of the ball pit over and over. It's amazing to see that in just a little over a month since we started this blog, he went from a cuddly lap baby to a tireless explorer who barely wants to be held. He also has started feeding himself regularly, which is so adorable to watch and so great for his development. And to think we were getting used to things happening slowly with him!

Meanwhile, Nico is, I am thrilled to announce, turning into a real Christmas Crackhead just like his mother. He wants to talk about Santa and sing Christmas songs all the time, and one morning this week he woke up and asked me, "Okay, what time is Christmas?". He is learning to spell short words and generally driving us insane. Aaah, all is right with the world. Unfortunately, as a tasmanian devil in training, he moves too fast to be captured by camera as anything other than a crazy blur (which is why he didn't make the picture show below).

Documenting the brain trauma



Working on my letters



Going in



My New Coat





Can I get a drum roll?