We have a walker!!!!

Oh, boy. Seriously? 8.75 months, huh? Couldn't even wait until 9 to get moving?! It seems the hypothesis that you were a horrid baby bc you couldn't move, and the more you move, the happier you become, is proving to be TRUE.
You are going to run away from me fast... probably next week. I'm toast!!
p.s. I love you. You are becoming such a joy to me!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhJYSu3A7-I&feature=youtube_gdata_player

A Quiet afternoon

Today was a rushed morning out the door late to work, a worried phone call from the nanny about a temperature and complaints about ear pain, rushing to get home in time to rush to last available doctor appointment, rush crying hungry kids through a desperate drive-thru so they would make it through the trip to the target pharmacy, getting home and realizing everyone is resisting naps and having hours of work to finish.

Sweating.

Today, the sick toddler gave in and took a 3.5 hour nap, and the mom gave in and held the baby who wouldn't sleep anywhere but her chest. Instead of an afternoon of work, or Netflix, she snuggled on her bed. And in lieu of a blanket, a warm, snoring baby. The only sounds- wind through the blinds and the turn of book pages. Hours of quiet. Peace, calm. Cool Autumn air, warm drooly chest.

Perfection.