Not a baby anymore.

Well, Art is moving past babyhood more and more now as he's trying to say more words. He's working "s", which comes out more like a spitty "sth", but he uses it for "yocks" (blocks) and "yosth" (yes). So I'm really excited to start hearing him talk, but I'm also sad to leave his babyhood behind. More things that he is up to lately:

He's mastered the shape sorter. He barely has to think before he puts the triangle in the trangle hole, the cylander in the round hole.

Putting on shoes. He likes to put his feet in grown-up shoes and bring the shoes for other people to put on.

Pulling himself onto furniture. He likes to get himself up on the couch, the coffee table, the dining room chairs. He likes to do it just because he can.

Going outside. He would probably spend all day outside if he could. He'd skip naps and meals just to keep playing outside - dumping sand on his legs, filling up buckets and emptying them, pushing toys around the yard, pretending to prune bushes - he loves to be in the yard.

Well, that's it. Our baby is not a baby, he's a boy. We love him.