The first birthday was basically like a stater's gun at a developmental race.
Since then he is walking, with fewer and fewer falls literally every day , going up and down the front stairs by himself, upright, with only the banister to help.
His phrases sound more like actual words all the time, from what will probably be "light" to "what's that?"
After Lisa and I performed a bit of cabaret at the Epworth UMC not-so-silent auction, we remained to hear the great jazz band. Aidan was bored and cruising all around the room until then, whereon his attention was rivetted on the band, he began to bob (dance), and didn't want to be redirected when he decided it was time to join the guys on the bandstand.
That's my boy. | posted by Unknown @ 10/17/2006 12:32:00 AM
