Big boy
Sometimes we let Dax try to feed himself. "Sometimes" being when he snatches the spoon away from me before I can get the food into his mouth. Tonight was one of those times. I'm not entirely sure that any of that oatmeal actually made it into his mouth.
Dax is getting pretty brave with the whole pulling up and standing trick. Not only is he pulling himself up on things, sometimes he lets go. That means he's been spending a whole lot of time falling on his rump and pulling himself right back up again. I love when I am sitting on the couch and suddenly his little head pops up on the other side of the coffee table.
Just in case you were wondering? No, he still doesn't have any teeth. But as you can see from this photo, he has some pretty astounding drooling skills.
I was thinking today about how Dax has now been outside of me for longer than he was inside of me. It hardly seems possible.