|Jazz hands! Or at least jazz hand.|
He isn't legitimately walking yet. He's still doing his random one-step-here, two-steps-there stuff. He's completely mastered standing, though, and he even busts out a little dance every now and again (seen above).
We were all super happy on Saturday, and I couldn't stop taking pictures.
|He kills me with that little smirk.|
And here's a gem from yesterday:
|Baby à la gnocchi and pasta sauce. Could eat him right up.|
I love the earnest expression on his face—like we're supposed to take him seriously when he's covered in pasta.