Mallory got an early present from our good friends last week – a Fancy Nancy game! It’s perfect because it doesn’t require any reading and she is great at knowing when it’s her turn, etc; I thought we’d have some problems with her not wanting to follow the rules of the game but we haven’t had any issues. We played it the other night for the first time and she just LOVES it. 
And here is Carson completely unimpressed with Mallory’s new game:
Carson’s new thing is trying to pull up on EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME. If I’m on the floor, he crawls over to me and gets his hands on my lap so that I’ll help him sit him up but then he’ll pull himself up to standing instead. He hasn’t tried to move his feet at all yet, but he just gets so proud of himself that he’s got a new look at the world.
I love this picture of his little tushy from the other night. I stood him up at the bathtub so I could get some pictures of his sweet cheeks. Hopefully you can still see his dimpled thighs around my blackout of his actual tush.
This little boy turned seven months old this week and I’m so sad. I want to freeze time and keep him this fun age forever. He is the happiest little baby EVER. Even today after hardly sleeping at all with the tailgates and the football game, he was flashing his toothy grin to everyone at the tailgate after the game. I know I’ve written about it before but he completely adores his big sister and no matter what has made him grumpy, most of the time she is able to snap him out of it with a simple “Ahhh-BOO! Cah-THUN!”
Any luck that they will always get along as well as they do now? Or do I have a decade of hell coming up in a few years where they pick on each other all the time?