This pretty much sums up how we all feel on Sunday evenings when we get home at about 9:15 p.m.
Owen managed to stumble into the house and fall right back to sleep.
Little boy wrestling shoes.
On Monday and Thursday evenings I drive into Shelby and drop the boys with their daddy and they go work off some of their energy. The girls and I (and August of course) enjoy a quiet evening that usually involves some time spent tidying (and it staying that way!) and finding a cozy corner with a book. We like Mondays and Thursdays. ;o)
August discovers he can do stairs. Biggest brother watches with concern.
Emmett all ready for Wednesday activities. His two new front teeth are starting to show in his smile.
Another pleased August-on-the-stairs pic (different brother keeping watch). ;o)
Yay for sunshine in January and nearly 60 degrees. Kids went out and got their fill of fresh air.
August Daniel turns 8 months.
It was really hard to get a picture of him this month because he is EVERYWHERE and into EVERYTHING. There is a certain vigilance that has crept into my day because he is constantly crawling off to cause mischief somewhere.
Things he can do:
He crawls fast.
The progression of pulling to knees, then to feet, then to cruising around furniture. (He is persistent in spite of the numerous topples and bonks to the head--oy!!)
Climbs into dishwasher. Unloads the silverware.
Cut his first tooth on the 16th.
"Chatters" a string of syllables.
Climbs, clings, follows me everywhere.
I have declared the living room an "August friendly zone." Meaning no Legos and the board games need to stay out of his reach.