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The older he gets, the more Billy likes us.

A new mom friend and I were discussing this the other day. Her two-month-old daughter spent the first few weeks crying a lot, but she's now settled down into a pretty content little dear. She said it was almost like her daughter didn't quite trust her at first, and has now decided her parents ain't half bad.

Billy's seven months old as of this past weekend, and he can now reach for us, hug us, kiss us (well, bite the face, which he thinks is a kiss), and he laughs at what we do.



He laughs at us and dances and likes to play. He likes our stupid songs. I think he's always liked our stupid songs, but it seems like something more now--like he understands just how stupid they are. When he was teeny, he needed us, but now, he really wants us. We're buddies.



He smiles a lot.

I know that this just a developmental thing, that he wasn't waiting to trust us before he turned on the charm--he just wasn't capable before. Still, it sure is nice to feel the love back from the little guy.


Superbaby update--he stands up all the time and can crawl faster than lightning. He's beginning to let go of the tables, chairs, crib, etc. He'll be walking by eight months, no doubt.

He had his first visit with our new Oxford pediatrician this week, and I was holding him in my lap as the doctor came in. The doctor asked, "Is he turning over yet?" and I started laughing. Let's just say I am becoming a master of the standing diaper change.

I hope you all don't mind that this blog is Billy, Billy, Billy. But quite frankly, that's why I started it. Ace and I are simply not that interesting.

Well, maybe Ace is: the new book tour starts April 10 (yes, my birthday). I'll post dates and locations as we get them.