After our jaunt to Williamsburg, we had my mother, grandmother, and aunt with us for a few days of museum exploration, sightseeing, dining out, and theatre going. We had such a great time!
Buddy Boy fell head over heels for my sweet aunt. And really, how could he have not, when she was willing to rescue him from the stroller and tote him around museums, bounce him on her knee for hours, and regularly supply him with new books and toys for his entertainment? He knew he had it good with her.
This is how they hug. Full body affection.
Six months is such a turning point in babyhood, isn't it?
He explained it this way: "Lying down on floor...frow can up in air...come down on far-head." Yeah. Ouch. Jacob deemed it unworthy of stitches, we attempted a butterfly strip, and then just ended up with Neosporin and a bandaid. His Daddy's been telling him how tough he looks.
And it hasn't affected his drum playing in the slightest.