You've come so far. I look at you and can't believe that you used to be that squishy little guy who we couldn't keep awake. Not even to eat. Now, you're eating big boy foods, crawling (in your awesome backward way), and trying really hard to say words.
It seems that your personality develops a little bit every day. You're very quick to giggle, which I totally appreciate. Sometimes you just look at us and crack up. I'm convinced you're going to be one of those guys who fully appreciates slapstick. Lord.
You're always quick to annoy, which I don't appreciate, but totally get. A morning person, you're not. You, like your daddy, have a no-fly zone for the first half hour of the day. After the "all clear" alarm sounds, you're sweet, happy, and charming. I can deal with that half hour.
You love the cats and think they exist solely for your amusement. All of the worries I had about the Diva and her biting habits were for naught. The other day, you grabbed a handful of her hair and she just glared. But no bite. Not that it's okay for you to grab the kitties, because it's not.