The Fusser has forged boldly into some new developmental zone.
He's pretty good at holding up his head and is looking, looking, looking.
He stared at me for four minutes without blinking in the car, then his eyes fluttered and he was instantly asleep.
He no longer requires constant tending at night.
We can both sleep at the same time, sometimes for more than an hour.
This is only a good thing compared to the previous two months.
The wife was worried he hadn't pooped all day.
Her concerns were soothed by an evening mudslide that would have swept away a good sized Guatemalan village.
The storms of howling are less prevalent the past few days- it seems he really doesn't like mommy putting milk on her cereal.
He still goes off like clockwork in the evening, but the front pack has been a reliable failsafe.
The cleaner guy transformed the carpet at the new place from animal shelter throw rug dirty to student living apartment move in dirty, a shocking improvement.
It still needs replacing (we're eyeing bamboo), but the situation is no longer desperate.
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