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You know, SA used to be easier to snuggle with. He used to be happiest in someone's arms, preferably mine. Now he'll lie in my arms if he's teething, or if he bumped his head (again), or if it's 4:30am, but otherwise it's pretty clear he'd prefer to be running around.


Grandma and Grandpa visited last weekend - much fun was had by all.


SA pushed this truck (belonging to - who knows?) around the playground for a good half hour. But unfortunately, his hands kept moving too far back on the dumping bit, and it would flip down, and he would fall on his face.

And the resulting sore on his nose:


Time to organize the family's canned goods! At least these, unlike the spices, didn't end up all over the house.