Number seventy-something

Sorry, but it is just too late to write a post (you know, 9:30). Off to bed we are. But, on Steve's recommendation I will leave you with this:

- Gord was just so crazy with his standing/walking practice tonight. He took a couple of big tumbles that required some consoling. At one point in the evening as Steve was giving him his bottle, he became whiny and had a frightened look on his face and climbed up on his shoulder and hugged him tight. It was unlike him to behave like that for no reason. Cute but sad all at the same time.

- We had a blast playing with Gord on the living room floor tonight. He was having fun with a few of his toys and then we put an old ice cream container on his head (just the right size so that it fit nicely like a hat). He would squint as we put it on and then stay super still until he decided to try and pull it off. When he would go for it, Steve and I would rev up in excitement and then when he finally pulled it off we would erupt in cheers and Gord would smile triumphantly and squeal for more. It was just so fun and I was laughing so hard tears were coming down my face.

Have a great night everyone!