Cutest. Baby. Ever.

First, let me appologise for not posting last week-- I was really, really sick, and barely managed to drag myself from couch to bed. That being said, I'll make up for it by giving you an extra long slice of Aidan-y goodness this week.

Well, Aidan is becoming increasingly mobile, which is both cool and frigtening. It's frightening because I know that it means soon I'll spend 90% of my time chasing him all over creation, trying to prtect him from everyday hazards like sharp corners, annoyed cats, and falling meteorites. He's so close to crawling that it's actually frustrating him... which is funny, because I though t he was too young to understand the concept of frustration. He'll get himself up on his knees, rock a little bit, and fall over, then roll side to side in an effort to find somethign to grab so he can say "No, man, it's cool, I MEANT to do this."

Second, he's turning into a little Castro. By far his favorite toy is his orange drumstick, which he carries as many places as he can and waves about relentlessly. But lately, his waving it about has progressed from random flailing to something akin to marshalling ttroops. He'll pick it up, look at one of us, and then start conducting with it, loudly spouting his gibberish all the while. I saw him do it to one of the cats too, and let me tell you-- there is nothing funnier than a baby pointing a drumstick at a sleeping cat and yelling "TI-TI!! (kitty)" at it. The cats would beg to differ, as they've now been caught once or twice by his stray hands and given good squeezes. So now when they hear him squeal or yell, they usually streak out of the area for fear of being gummed uninvited. Can't blame them, really, although I think he ends up on the short side of the stick...because after all, if he suceeds, he gets nothign more than a mouthful of fur.

Third, we were at a wedding this weekend, of one of my Constant Readers (by the way, it was beautiful, congrats Em and Joe!) with Aidan in tow. He was a little charmer...he definitly had his A-game on, and you would have though he was strolling down the red carpet courting the paparazzi. I apologize to you, Em and Joe-- you're going to have more pictures of him in your album than you are of anyone else, because everytime someone new picked him up the photographer was right there, snapping pictures of his little smiling face. It's pretty awesome having a son who's so comfortable socially, especially at an age when many babies are coming into the prime of thier "stranger fears" era. He even managed to help one of the other guests get served wine when the bar was supposed to be closed (I know, I don't follow that logic either, but hey-- why ask when there's free booze on the line?).

Mental note to self-- holding cute babies helps make alcohol magically appear. Useful trivia, that.