August has suddenly graduated from infant to something else. Maybe it has something to do with all the sweet potatoes he’s been eating lately or maybe it’s plain old growing up, but all of a sudden he is taking the world by storm, doing that which seemed previously beyond his grasp.
He is standing, for example.
Perhaps we’ll call it leaning, instead.
He is sitting on my shoulders.
My ears have not been this badly mangled in quite some time.
He is swinging.
With a little help from his friends, of course.
And he is making a splash with the ladies.
About 25 years earlier his father was able to accomplish this feat, I should add. Isn’t that what parents are supposed to want: that their kids have more of everything than they did?
What a bright-eyed, precious thang…
What a precious boy!
He looks a little frightened on that swing, but less so in my arms, I am happy to see! Blush blush!