He's bigger. Much bigger. Almost 20 pounds. And he's crawling. He actually mostly does a funny shuffle, crawling with two hands and one foot, and more or less dragging the other knee around. I've seen him drag four blocks and his red nose ball halfway across the room unintentionally with that knee. Without pants, he likes to "crawl" by using his hands and his feet (not his knees), but I think with a diaper it's harder to maneuver that way.
He knows what "light" and "kitty cat" mean. I've seen him search for the kitty when I asked him where she was, and he has looked up at the light when I was talking about it. He *loves* our overhead light. He's liked it since he was little, and his obsession with the light has inspired a few songs at our house, most notably, "The booby in the sky."
Take me up to the booby in the sky/
That's where I'm gonna go when I cry/
When I cry and I lay me to rest/
I'm gonna go to my place on the breast
Arne and I are so thankful to share a bit of space with our little good-spirited beast. Here are more stats about the effervescent munchkin:
Fears: vacuum cleaner, coil heater (thank heavens!)
Likes: red, standing, pulling books off shelves, trees
Loves: turning book pages (board books), tearing book pages (paper), avacado
Dislikes: sweet potato (there's no comprehending that one!), mommy or daddy leaving
