The ants go marching

Today was not a rockin' and rollin' day.  Mostly, really, it was a rollin' day. Rollin' off the bed (ouch), rolling out of the baby chair (ouch), rolling over my leg and face-first onto the unforgiving floor (ouch).  Tears and screams were had by all.

This week Keaton has his first cold. It's not what he wanted for his 6 month birthday but it's all we could afford. Ha! Not true. We also got him a lovely toy from Target that he adores. A rattle thing. It sticks in front of his high-chair and he plays with it while we eat. He doesn't know he's being gypped. Yes indeed, he gets a plastic rattle thing while his Mom shoves brownies, pasta, cookies, burgers, pizza, etc in her mouth as fast as she can. He doesn't know his Mom has given up caring about her figure. He doesn't know that plastic rattle things don't taste as good as all this other stuff. Soon he will get food. But not yet. He's just not quick enough to get it before it's gone.

Now he's asleep in bed with his parents and his breath is, for the first time in days, not heavy with congestion. It is a gift. It is heaven. 

The last thing of note:  today Keaton finds the words "chicken stock" hilarious.