Brock decided to wake up from his morning nap in an extremely fussy (read: screaming his head off) mood. Maybe it's his teeth again... I don't know. Feeding him, burping him and all the usual "please be happy" routines did NOT work so I finally took him outside... As soon as the door opened, he quieted down and resumed his more typical chattering, smiling and cooing. Strange child. The only problems with the needing to be outside arrangement is I have things to get done (so why am I blogging, talk about zero priorities), and it's a little bit on the cool side for babies in short sleeves, so this was our solution...
Brock is four months old now, and he's already starting to sit by himself and pull himself up on furniture. You don't have to know that he toppled over a few seconds later. :-P
This is the creek on Monday... with all the rain we had it rose quite a bit. I think it was higher than it's been in the year and a half that we've been around.
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