Clay is now 10 months old and getting into things . . . literally. He loves going higher: climbing the stairs, standing on Miles' tricycle, and climbing on the little kid picnic table. If we didn't keep bathroom doors closed, he'd unroll our toilet paper and splash in the toilet bowl. One day at the Science Museum, I propped him up at the water table and let him soak himself. He loved it!
We had high hopes for Miles when we signed him up for 3-yr-old soccer. A bunch of his friends from Nursery are on the same team, and one of the moms is the coach. He loves to run around and kick the ball, but as soon as the whistle starts an actual game, he becomes immobile. His friend, Adler, would also rather sit on the sidelines and play with a train than get in the middle of the soccer action. Oh well. It was a great learning experience for all of us.
Here's a picture of my growing-out hair. Alvin, who gave me the blue shirt, was very nervous when I told him I was going to get it trimmed. My hair, that is. I reminded him that the overall length is increasing, and shorter layers make it manageable.