Well Lookie There....

This week's big development is a bit of a delicate subject. Years from now, when Aidan reads about his earliest childhood, I hope he forgives me for writing about this, and understands that I simply cannot pass it up-- for verily, here be comedy gold.

While bathing on Sunday, Aidan was splashing about happily, being his normal bath-loving self. Surrounded by his rubber duckie and some floating turtles, he was making waves and generally living it up the way only a naked baby can. While flailing about, he somehow made the discovery all little boys do, one which (although they don't know it at the time) will change thier lives forever--- yes, aidan found his peener.

Let me explain a little-- he's found it before. He definitly was aware that there was something down there, but I don't think he understood it was attached and not just some kind of misplaced food stuck to his body. This time was different. He grabbed it, and was very intently looking at it. Then he giggled. It wasn't his normal laugh, more of a "Heh. Heh heh. Cool." Then he resumed splashing....for about 5 seconds. And he grabbed it again. Same moments on intense scrutiny, same giggle but lasting a little longer. This went on for quite some time. Most of the time, I was beside myself with laughter, head down on the side of the tub with tears of mirth welling up in my eyes. There were a couple of times that made me wince though-- he pulled pretty hard, and I was tempted tell him that I know from experience that course of action does not result in a permanent length increase. I held my tongue though, fearing my wife might stage a similar encounter with my own bits that would be significaqntly less pleasant. So the rest of the bath sort of wnet splash splash, yank on peener, splash splash, yank on peener/mash nuts around, splash splash, yank on peener, giggle.

Another big thing happened yesterday-- twice Aidan pulled himself up and stood on his own, not holding on to anything, for 5 or 6 seconds each time. The second time he stood up, put on his best "so big" smile and held his arms up, then put them down and thumped over. He also began walking between myself and Mom by holding onto his hands-- he's done this before, but previously he relied on us to move him forward by his hands. This time, it was for guidance purposes only. I assume this means he'll start strolling about any day now-- something I both fear and am looking forward to. He's hard enough to catch sometimes as it is; I'm not sure how it's possible, but I think he can crawl faster than I can most of the time. It's not really fair though, as I have to move 6 times as much bluk around. And in the end, I win, because I can step OVER the baby gates.

Usually. Sadly, I have bitten it once or twice.