Everything Hits At Once
There have been so many developments in the last month. Daycare started last week. (It's going great.) Crawling is, like, hours away from happening. (Asher just needs to turn that on-all-fours backwards scoot into forward motion.) His face is becoming more expressive every day. (Smiles galore.) He's constantly testing his voice. (A whole bunch of gleeful shrieking, especially for one unlucky daycare employee. The poor soul.)
But the one that has me and Meg tickled at the moment is this sudden realization that the stuff Ma and Pa are cramming in their maws is FOOD.
