Dinner was another round of "babas," only this time it was at the dalkalbi jip. He seems to be wanting to vocalize (at the very least) before hitting the sack these days. Funny, we keep getting comments about how well-behaved he is, but when he was done eating tonight, he was an antsy little stress ball. He wouldn't sit still, was yelling "baba"as loud as he could, and wanted to mix every dish with every other one. It may be that he feels comfy around me and mom or it could be a stage, either way, it was a bit difficult.
Song of the Day: Built to Spill: Twin Falls
