Luke's such a big boy now. He's really starting to get up on all fours and rock back and forth. One of these days, he's going to take off across the room. I guess it's time to baby proof the house again--it's still kind of baby proofed but we need to get out the baby gates and make sure that all of the outlets are covered. He's discovered, however, that he enjoys trying to pull himself to standing. He was sitting by his crib today and grabbed the bars on the side and started to pull himself up. As he was trying to do this, his hand slipped and he clocked himself on the nose on the edge of the crib. I'm really hoping there's not a bruise there tomorrow but he really hit it hard and there was blood coming out. Not a bunch of blood but enough.
Plus, my little guy has cut 2 teeth. They're his first! They were starting to come in yesterday but they're definitely in today. He's such a big little fellow! Ella was very excited about it and decided that she should call everyone to tell them about it. I told her we couldn't call everyone we know so I got her to make due with calling Granny Lindy and Grandpa Steve. They, too, were very excited by the news. He's such a little overachiever--going for 2 teeth all at once. Sniff, sniff.