Last night's dinner was a hit and made good use of our CSA share: honey-balsamic chicken with roasted carrots and onion, salad with roasted beets and a dab of goat cheese, and 5-minute bread.
Today marks 8 months of being a family of five. Sam is in his glory-- he is round and happy and the most mellow little guy I have ever known.
He did a sort of creeping army crawl maneuver this morning and got himself about 4" forward.
|backwards scooching, soon to be a thing of the past.|
He doesn't much care for solid foods, but will eat a few bites before devoting himself to trying to get a hold of the spoon. He likes to gnaw on a big piece of whatever we are having.
He is a thoughtful little guy. He tries really hard to do some simple signs, like all done and more. He's not quite there yet.
|He ran his first 10K.... well, actually that was me, he just watched.|
|Milestones omitted from baby book: first time upending cat's water dish over own head.|
His favorite game: the big kids ask if he wants his foot kissed, and he holds it out and giggles. We have to make regular stops when we are out to kiss his feet. Not that we spoil our baby or anything.
He is basically the baby of awesome. Where did all that time go?