Boy is insane.
Thinking proccess seems to be "Must get up! Can't get up. WhAAA. Good. Big Monkey holding me up. Must walk! Can't walk! WhAAAA.What's that on floor? Yummmm...Styrofoam.To hell with stupid toys, where are the heavy sharp things?"
Incredible new skills crawling sqirming changing from sitting to lying down. He's pretty much break dancing all day. Pappa is frazzled, as baby charges randomly around Momma's house suddenly looks like The Zone of Death.
Sometimes he gets tired and pauses to look up as if to say "What in the world is happening to me?"
He waves. He says Hi. Mostly when we're just hanging around.
Love to all.
Hugh
