Potted plant

Dang, Soren's cousin is a beauty.  I fell in love right away.  It seems impossible that Soren was ever that tiny--so much so that I had to go back and look at his newborn pictures to see if it was true.  But it is.  He started out small.

I'm really enjoying the current phase of Sorenness.  He can sit up and play with his toys and entertain himself, but he can't crawl.  It's so convenient--you just plop him down like a little potted plant, as a friend of mine said the other day, and do your dusting or whatever.

It's hard to really attend to the dusting, though, because hanging out with Soren is pretty good times right now.  I knew that the acid reflux was making our lives worse, but now that the reflux doesn't really bother him anymore I can see exactly how bad it sucked.  Sure, he still occasionally pukes on company, but he's not in pain all the time and as a result he's usually in a pretty fantastic mood.  Even though his parents dress him crazy.