Snoots the Ham

We have probably about 25 nicknames for Aeli that we regularly use.

When he's army-crawl + downward-dog-ing across the floor: Scoots.

When he's whining because he just threw something on the floor and he wants it back; Or he rolls over on the changing table and pees while he's belly-down, then cries like I'm the meanest mom ever when I roll him back over-- in those moments, he's Snoots.

He's been Snoots a lot the past 48 hours.

It starts with him tumbling around at 4 in the morning, because now that he can almost-crawl, he doesn't just roll, he gets up on his hands and knees, eyes still closed, and then, since he just can't seem to get comfy enough to fall back asleep while milling about on all fours, he rolls around, crawls into the wall, or kicks or butts Stefin or me in the face.

The true transition to the crib is upon us.

Another charming thing he's been doing sometimes lately is spitting up a little bit- and then just swallowing it. Like, "It's cool mom, I've got it under control."

Here's a glimpse of some stuff we've been doing:

I Spy: The RoadtoCollege mural I've been working on at KIPP, delicious food from our garden and farmer's market, this cute kid we stumbled upon...