Happy birthday Scott! Today he is the ripe old age of 29, and to celebrate, we've been eating peanut butter and jelly cupcakes (not nearly as good as the ones from Trophy in Seattle, but still pretty good) and had peanut butter pasta--do you see the theme here?
Scott and Callum were able to get some good daddy/son bonding time in honor of the birthday. I love the expression on Callum's face!
I know I'm in the minority here in the Green house, but I'm glad that the last couple of days we've finally had some fall weather. I was beginning to think that all we'd ever wear was shorts and we'd never have to worry about long sleeves. We did, however, finally break out the long pants, and he's worn his first long-sleeve pj's in quite a long time.
It's been a pretty busy last month, but things have been good. Callum has been living it up and hit a lot of milestones including popping his first two teeth at the same time on the fashionably later side a couple of weeks ago, pulling up on to everything and learning how to safely maneuver back to sitting without hurting himself, and he's currently fascinated with pointing at everything he can. He also decided to start "regular" crawling at the beginning of the month (he had been army crawling for a while and we assumed that's all he'd do since he was so adept at it, but apparently he decided the other way worked better and kept his clothes cleaner). Unfortunately it also makes him a bit faster so we have to keep a closer eye on him.
This is the standard finger-pointing and reaching to grab look Callum is often sharing, although at least the face isn't always this serious looking.
Scott's parents and sister came to visit for Reegan's baptism over the weekend, and they stopped by to celebrate Scott's birthday. Callum was able to talk them into reading stories to him and I was able to get a picture of him with Grandma. This one is The Foot Book if you couldn't see all the feet.
Sporting a new haircut. I've not had much practice so it still needs a little work, but at least he can see out of his eyes now. It really isn't that uneven (at least I don't think so) but just looks like it in the picture.
Eleven months old--it's hard to believe Callum will be a year old in less than a month!
And so Lola doesn't feel too left out, she joined in on the fun.
Mr. Mischievous is his new name.
Callum's new play land. I was curious to see how he would react to being in the laundry basket after trying to climb in, and apparently he decided it was a lot of fun. Either that or he was just humoring me for a few minutes.
