Anyways, after maybe 20 minutes of trying my best to get Noah and Witten to look at me and smile at the same time, I managed to capture a few precious moments on camera. Observe:
And readers, it's a darn good thing I took those picture when I did. The next day, Noah dove head-first into the edge of our bathroom door and gave himself a fat lip or two. Then today, he ran into Witten's room, tripped over Beer the Bear's big fat feet, and crashed into Witten's crib. Poor kid looks like this:
In other news, Witten can army crawl like a champ. This mode of transportation gets him from point A to point B, albeit very slowly. And as I am having tremendous difficulty typing today, I'm going to sign off before I punch this keybopard. KEYBOARD! GAAAAAAAAAH!