remote control

no, literally, Rowan already has control of the remote.

Look at this kid. Sitting up like a pro. My baby is slowly disappearing and turning into a toddler. It's so strange to watch your baby grow before your eyes and at the same time not notice it. To me he is still, and will probably always be, my little 8 pound 2 oz baby boy. Something I am sure he will love when he's 16 and trying to be smooth with the ladies.

Aside from sitting up on his own, with the occasional tip over, his mode of transportation is rolling. I can no longer set him on the floor and know that he will remain in the spot where he was placed. Early on when he started rolling all over the place I came out to find him under a chair by the window. He was fine and in no imminent danger, but my mommy instinct took over and I just had to rescue him from the strange place he found himself in. The only problem was I was naked. Just got out of the shower naked. I had peeked my head around the corner just to check on him before I proceeded to get dressed and do my hair and make-up. There he was tucked under a chair by the window. Before even thinking, I sprinted out behind the wall and ran to rescue my baby who really did not need rescuing. I placed him back in the middle of the living room, only then stopping to think about the fact that my blinds are wide open. Yes, I was giving a show to any neighbors that might be on their patios or staring out there windows. So, Jon and I are no doubt becoming the naked neighbors, and it will not surprise me one bit if we pass neighbors in the future and get a chuckle, wink, shake of the head, or a distraught mother pulling her young boy who's innocence we have put in jeopardy, away from us.