All in a day's fun.

Today Cole and I hung out; it was fantastical, as usual. Such the greatest babe he is! Smart, active, joyful, serious, intricate, sharp, cute, and so on.

He enjoyed his rice cereal, and the rest of his sweet potatoes today (in addition to the usual beverage), and he even crawls in the traditional manner (as opposed to merely pushing himself across the floor) for more than two feet! I was very proud of him today, but then I am always. He even reaches/crawls towards/cries/clings for me almost all the time I am around now. It is the type of thing that, if it is bad to enjoy it, it is even more enjoyable to insist on enjoying it. And I do. If anyone dare think to have the "Best Babe Ever awards", they should ne'er start, for I have already my perpetual winner.