At least once a week I am asked if I am old enough to have a baby, or if David is really my child. Usually this is merely irritating but, this week David fell against a couch and got a blackeye. As we strolled through the grocery store I felt the leers of other shoppers as they thought, "hmph-underage and abusive".
It is finally getting warmer here (yay for mid 40's!) but for a while we had to get pretty bundled up for our walks.
David's activity level has gone way up. He is now into everything and wants to do whatever I am doing. I am no longer allowed to talk on the phone or work in the kitchen without his "assistance". The bottom two pantry shelves are now his.
My favorite moment this week was when the cashier gave him a balloon at Trader Joe's. He stared at it the whole way home. However, when he discovered it was impossible to keep a balloon within his grasp he became very agitated. Every time the balloon floated back up to the ceiling his face crumpled and his hand shot up in frustration. Eventually the balloon had to be taken away so he could calm down.
