-crawling actively and proficiently, with almost no margin of error and being topsy-turvy only for an abudance of energy, not for a lack of it
-eating (and finishing) peas when it was obvious he did not want them; his obedience I rewarded with the promise that he would not see them again for at least a short while
-laughter and the usual horseplay that only a father can accomplish safely with his child
-Cole adding a vowel to his usual babble, thereby making me even more proud that not only was his second word "dada" ("baba" being the first), but his first coherent multi-pallable word being "daddy"
-singings, huggings, and the other usual miracle stuffs
Ah, yes, and my eyes are getting used to the lenses now. I also realized today that I may have a subconscious reason for the frames that I chose: their color is one very close to the color of my son's hair.
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