It's been what? ...three days? He's already figured out how to lower himself gently from standing. Of course, that doesn't mean he doesn't still occasionally pitch himself backward in glee. I think we've got a livewire. He also loves to rock the crib like his own personal boat. We're continuing to work on our "mamamas", "dadadas", bubububs", "uhpfs" and he's recently added clicking to his vocabulary, which fits in just perfectly with the singling lady's songs!
This round is going very smoothly so far. Vital door notes in place right off the hop: "Please no garbage pick up at 3 a.m." and it's smooth sailin'! Kaleb is handling the new chemo in his typical superhero fashion. A simple request to not have a student nurse and the door isn't opening 30 more times a day - far less disruptive when trying to put Mr. Crankypants down.
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