Aidan can walk around the room now as long as he has something to balance on. He's making progress in taking little steps without an object to balance on, I'll try and get footage.
If he's upset now, and Heather is in the room nothing can calm him down except being held by Heather, including me. He actually reaches for her. It kind of makes me feel bad, but then when he wakes up from a nap and Heather brings him downstairs and he sees me his entire face lights up. It makes me feel like there's a rainbow in the room with a pot of gold while kittens are playing on clouds and I'm holding a bag of Doritos. Of course, when Heather gets home from work he squeals and speed crawls over to her.
And if anyone is wondering if having an 8 month old helps when your favorite team in the entire world loses a game that they shouldn't....I'm not sure. It certainly doesn't hurt, but he had no idea why I was in a bad mood for 24 hours. But then he smiled at me when he woke up and I thought the Iowa game was in a week. Sorry Gary and Ann, but I'm never watching a Penn State game at your house again. Ok, that depends.
Sorry, long post, on to the pictures.
Not sure who's happier.
One of the few quiet moments.
I sometimes think Aidan thinks Heather's sisters are Heather.
This was after his cousin Lily ran away with a toy he wanted, and he couldn't keep up.
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