Day 14...the quest to sit up

Rhys hates baby food.  He hates to sleep, much to my dismay.  But he LOVES to roll around on the floor.  He rolls, and rolls, and rolls.  But he won't sit up.  He laughs at me each time I try to prop him up.

But I try.

And try.

And try.

But we laughed doing this, and isn't that the most important thing.  Rhys is never stingy with the laughs, he's that happiest baby I know.

Someday sitting up will just be another skill he's mastered.  Hopefully.  Or maybe it will be like McCall riding a bike.  Something that is never mastered.  (She'll figure it out, right?)

Rhys humors me though.  He goes with the flow.  He's such a good boy...except the sleeping part.  I will never admit he's a good sleeper.  I'm sure he will be one of those teenagers though.  You know, like my brother...we COULDN'T wake him up once he hit 13.

Anyways, enough with the ramblings.  McCall tried to help me take a picture today.  She tried. I think she did pretty good.  You know what is even better, she's currently unloading the dishwasher on her own free will.  She just wanted to "help".  Now that is COOL.