Our Adjudicator is 7 months old. Woosh!
He has discovered our technology.
And he wants it.
He also stares at my Diet Coke cans. Maybe I should put on his wall, "Happiness is not having what you want, it's wanting what you have," which is, of course, parsnips and carrots and spinach and blueberries and rice cereal and not the lifeblood of the Hayes adults. This makes me feel a little like when Betty Draper puts Sally in a big, huge Time Out when she's caught smoking her ciggies -- oh well!
He started saying, "DADADADADADADADADADADADAADADADADA" yesterday.
He wouldn't take his naps yesterday. In the afternoon I put him in his jumper because that usually speeds up his realization that he wants to lie down and snooze. Nope, he stood there, arms straight out and flexed, with a very determined look on his face, squealing, yelling and clearly telling me and anyone else who cared to listen something of the utmost importance. (He later conked out.)
He's our bouncing, laughing, ticklish guy.