Seen here on his first birthday, Number Two is exploring mobility. The speed of these things is phenomenal. The day of his first birthday he switched from commando-style-live-fire-under-barbed-wire crawling to the more traditional on-all-fours. The next day he pulled himself up to stand on a small box. The day after that he was standing up in his crib and walking around holding the rail. The day after that I lowered the level in his crib fearing that by the end of the week he would’ve achieved powered flight and interplanetary travel.
In other news I finally replaced the glass in my oven door. Here’s what it looks like now:
Don’t see anything? PRECISELY! [maniacal laughter for several minutes] The new glass is so clean I can actually, wait for it, see into the oven from the outside. I compare this with the other oven whose glass hasn’t been cleaned since Harry Truman was in office and is a portal to a distorted and yellow-tinged world where everything is burned because the thermostat is unpredictable. The new door lets me see things AS they are burning. See, there’s always a silver lining. Next week I’ll report on how many Thanksgiving dishes caught on fire, were dropped upside-down on the floor, or went from the dish with a quick stopover in the mouth, from there to a wadded-up napkin and finally, thankfully, into the trash. Happy Thanksgiving!