Anders is cruising around the furniture a lot more and crawling much faster than before. He remains almost constantly in a good mood.
I would type more, and planned to do so, but Anders woke up just as I began this blog entry.
Oh, he clapped his hands for the first time last night and did so again this morning.
The other funny thing is that he will not allow me to pass by him without paying tribute with a hold or a kiss before I abscond to the basement to work on my classes or publishing projects. Maybe it's because I go away for days at a time sometime, maybe it's an evolutionary thing whereby babies try to make a special bond with their fathers, or maybe it's because I'm awesome. I shall investigate further, but I'm leaning toward my awesomeness.
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