Well the little boy is getting more mischievous by the hour. He now likes to open drawers that he cannot even see into. He pulls the handle, reaches into the drawer and just picks an item at random. Whatever comes his way. He then dutifully brings it to me to show his new finding.

He is completely obsessed with screwing and unscrewing water bottles. He cannot unscrew them all the way though and once he closes them, he comes to me and whines and whines until I open it back up. Same for the little bowls we feed him from. He can close them but cannot open them. Every day, he finds a new item for me to open so he can close it. Today, during music class, he was very upset that the little bells on a shaker wouldn't come off. He kept brining it to me, thinking I could do it for him. I tried to explain to him that they just don't come off but he wasn't very pleased with my answer.

He has also made the correlation between the water bottles we drink from and his sippy cup. If he can't find his cup and he's thirsty, he finds and empty or full water bottle somewhere in the house and brings it to me. I then find his cup and he, happily, drinks in big gulps. Who says babies can't communicate? He has started to sign the sign for milk, but tends to do it at random times, not necessarily correlating with nursing. He does, however, come over throughout the day and try to lift my shirt up so he can have some milk. Getting too clever, David.

After several months of no more teeth, one little one left of the middle bottom one is now peeking out. Maybe there's more to come soon. He's completely mastered walking and even walks sideways now. He also has mastered picking up an object by just bending down a bit. He eats at least one meal a day completely on his own (veggie burger + turkey meatballs + peas or some other vegetable and fruits). He's gotten pickier about the food and likes to bang his body back and forth in the seat if I don't listen to him. Mother always wins in the end though and David learns that veggies have to be finished before he can have his grapes. He loves, loves, LOVES grapes and blueberries. And bread. I never give him bread at home so he follows people around for bread whenever we go out.

Throughout the day, he comes over to my desk and puts his head on my lap. Just to say he loves me. Still as smiley as ever and funny and sweet. Takes all his toys and comes to sit by my desk to play.

I love you, little boy.