In spite of our best efforts to keep at least one baby in this family, August is growing up. A little bit each day.
The evidence is everywhere.
He only has seven teeth, but he brushes them with enthusiasm.
He lacks the coordination, strength, and leg extension to actually ride the tricycle.
But this does not stop him from channeling his inner biker dude.
He cannot yet run a five minute mile.
But he’s standing pretty often now, and just yesterday took five or six consecutive steps.
It’s coming soon, the moment when Robbi and I are utterly overwhelmed by the synchronized antics of the roaming triumvirate.
I suppose this is what we signed up for. To tell the truth, it’s wonderful to watch.