See this? Little guy is pulling up his own a bit. Oh yes.
Oh. And he's crawling some, too.
And he's not even seven months until tomorrow. He's an over-achiever if you ask. I wouldn't mind if he just slowed down a bit and stayed my little baby a while longer.
We first saw him do those thing on Saturday night, when we drove about an hour away to go to a balloon festival. I need these sorts of diversions in my life -- little adventures like that, where you hop in the car and go somewhere and see something you normally wouldn't.
It was a beautiful Michigan summer evening. There aren't too many left. I am trying to soak up as much of them as I can.
We ate dinner on a blanket in the grass. Luke played on a playground and ran to catch marshmellows thrown from a fire truck.
It was serene.
And soon, the balloons started to fill the sky.
A lot of photos, I know. Aren't they pretty, though?
It was a really lovely night in what has been a really lovely summer and an even lovelier year. I know this is filled to the brim with cheese, this post. But I want to be thankful and notice these days. They're amazing.