the joy of youth

Mateyo is closing in on 9 months next week. A great number by the way. He is healthy, happy, and increasingly noisy. We've made out some words like "mama" or "yoya" (lola), but mostly he is singing Bob Marley tunes, intelligible, but definitely influenced by the rasta.

We just assembled the walker that we got from his baby shower and he's starting to be mobile, which means he must be watched at all times. Caught him climbing up out of his co-sleeper crib the other day, so his curiousity/adaption streak is in full swing. It's like the Borg, once he's adapted, everything changes.

Laks