Aristotle is on the move, big time. He does not want to sit at all! He's pulling up to everything and everyone he can, and will lock his legs when we try to put him down in a sitting position. He's even letting go for a second or two at a time. Scary, exciting stuff!

He's chowing down on everything I can give him, and eyeing the stuff he can't have yet with envy.

He did not enjoy the fireworks. He woke up just in time for our grand finale, and was scared to death of the big booms. Libby was scared too. Fourth of July just ain't what it used to be.