Miles came out of his flu looking like a toddler to me and I'm not sure how it happened (top picture is 5 days older than bottom picture and he looks different to me! Why?!). He's officially given up on hands and knees crawling in favor of the butt scoot. His first tooth is finally making its appearance and messing up his sleep bad. He's starting to let go while standing, but then panics and ends up twisting around and falling on his face. Not fun
These are from this past Saturday, the day after the week from h#$%. We went to the park right down the road from us. She has been chasing me to the bathroom and Monday, used the dishwasher door to get to the chair (yoga) pose and got scared/stuck. Cried for me to help her out and I love it.