He's also getting closer each day to crawling. Being able to sit up on his own is old news now and he can do it in the blink of an eye. Now he goes up on all fours, if only for a brief moment. When he realizes he can't get anywhere, it kinda makes him mad and he looks at me and usually vents his frustrations in the form of a scream. He's quite proficient when it comes to playing peek-a-boo and is losing his tolerance of mommy smothering him with kisses (I just can't help myself).
Finally, I have to address a certaidn situation that recently made my appreciaton for my husband grow. Now, my husband is pretty great. He does laundry (including folding), picks up and cleans the house, and for 9 + months he took over the litter boxes(medals should be awarded because the litter box is serious business). I knew he did all of this, and tried to always tell him thank you, but recently I've learned how spoiled I am. See, Dustin just got back from Dallas. He spent three days there. Three very LONG days. Don't get me wrong. Every moment spent with Brandon was wonderful and we played and played and played. But I missed that extra help and support. So, Dustin, thanks for being the best husband and dad.....we are glad you are home!