twenty four weeks

We're still in a nap stand-off over here and quite honestly it's running me ragged. At least when he was really young (as if five and a half months is old) once he woke up after the dreaded 45 minutes he would fall back asleep if you held him. Now he pretends he's not tired and also won't really just be content. I got this hideous looking swing from a friend that I thought would be an answer to our sleeping prayers - you know, because it's the same one at church that he sleeps in no problem - but alas, he is following in his sister's footsteps and refuses to be easy when in the presence of his parents. So that eyesore is about to exit this home as gradually the baby gear has taken over the living room. In our condo I did a decent job of keeping things aesthetically pleasing for adults and kids alike; however, I fear our current situation is kids: 1, adults: 0. Perhaps that has to do with 600 less square footage.

In this picture he's showing off his favorite way of communication - spitting. It's actually quite adorable. Not as adorable when Surrey gets in on it and everything around her becomes coated in her sprayed spit. He's making more of an effort to roll but gives up once he gets to his side. I'm sure I'll eat my words later, but I just really want this child to sit. Not move, just sit up on his own.