Yes, we’re still here. I know we haven’t updated much recently. No, I’m not sure why, and I don’t know where those photos are that Gwen promised, but I’m sure they’re coming soon.

In the meantime, I present three things I find cute this week:

1. Aidan will now crawl over to you and lift his arms to be picked up … when you call his name and ask him to “Come to Daddy”
2. Aidan will offer you things now. His remote control for the mobile (which is no longer attached to the crib for its own sake) is willingly offered to an outstretched hand, and will also willingly take it back after Daddy has had some play time of his own with it. Mind you, he also offers me Cheerios, but just as he’s about to put it in my mouth, he pulls it back, giggling with excitement and eats it himself.
3. Aidan is becoming a little more cuddly. When he’s tired now, and especially at night in the dark in his room just before putting him into his crib, he will put his head down on your shoulder. Mind you he’s equally as likely to throw himself back in your arms, beat his fists on your chest, pull your ears, pull your chest hair (um, well, my chest hair), and so on … but really he’s never been cuddly, so I see this as a positive step!

Well, that’s it for now. Until next time Faithful Reader.

Aidan is doing fine since the bug the other day but he decided last night to go back to waking up really early. 3:30 am to be exact. It took me two hours to get him back to sleep. Sigh.

Guess who didn’t go to exercise class today. Hmm, well at least we got to see the curling final.

Well, just an update on the boy. He went to bed easily around 7:15pm last night, and slept through until half-past 12 or so. He fed for a while then (no surprise) and slept through (as far as I can remember) until about 5:30am. At which time (after another brief feed) he was up. Up and ready to go. It’s quarter to seven now, and he’s still up. Still going. Not showing any signs whatsoever of being ill. He’s chattering, climbing, cruising, and doing all the normal “I’m-Aidan-and-have-limitless-energy” things. If it weren’t for the “Watch out! Vomit everywhere!” sign that had been on the door, I’d not have known there was a problem.

Happy Birthday Grampa John!