Move over, Beethoven.

Another week of interesting child developments. Aidan can now sit on his own for pretty much as long as he wants. He can't raise himself to the sitting position if he's laying down to start yet, but hey, neither can I. He also finally rolled from his stomach to his back for the first time...a great relief to his mother, who of course mised it the first time. He's only done it one other time, but at least we know he can now, and isn't suffering from some strange inner-ear condition that renders him helpless when placed face down. I think there are animals like that, but I can't think of any. So I'm gonna have to say I probably made that last part up. Anwyay, he can do it.....but he has to be pretty pissed off first. However, once he's achieved the required level of simmering rage and actually rolls over, he gets a big grin on his face and acts like he's just beat up Chuck Norris. Well, I know that's not possible, but imagine it anyway.

Being able to sit up means that he is finally able to play with almost all the toys that he got for Christmas. That's kind of like another Christmas for us, in a way, because we don't have to buy him anything for a long time. Notice I said "don't HAVE to." That should not be equated with "won't". Because I already got him a bunch of musical instruments... a tambourine, a piano, sleighbells, a drum, a shaker, and a ladybug-bell-thing. The last of these is actually kind of disturbing, because to make noise with it you have to hit the bells that are mounted in the ladybug's back. That probably means that when Aidan goes to kindergarden he'll swear up and down to his classmates that if you hit ladybugs with a stick they make pleasant chiming sounds. And thus the ladybug genocide will begin. Oh, the horror. You think I'm kidding? I still think that all you need to do to build a house is find the right color Legos.

Watching him play with the drum is funny, because the drum is actually the container all the other stuff I mentioned comes in, so the top comes off. I'll hold it while he tries to hit it with his drumsticks (sometimes he really gets going... he got out the first 8 bars of Wipeout the other day) until he gets pisssed and drops the stick so he can wail away with his hands instead. This is usually followed by him diving at it to try to get part of the rim in his mouth. Then more hand drumming, followed by me giving him his stick back and him hitting himself in the face with it. That confuses him..."Hey, wait... I WAS having fun, and suddenly my face hurts. Who did that? Man , I was just sittin here having my drum circle and some ninja came up and punched me in the face. That is sooooooo uncool. Ooooh, boobies!"

That last part always distracts me too.