We have been much engaged of late in the pursuit of getting a job elsewhere the last few months, and alas, we are still at it. Steve did not get the job in Cheyenne, much to our surprise and disappointment. We will, of course, continue plodding along on our little journey until we get to wherever we are supposed to be. At which point we will shout from the rooftops our excitement and elation. Hell, we might even take out a skywriter. One plus of not getting these jobs (always look on the bright side, right?) is we've had more time to get the house ready to sell. We're still not done, but the end is in sight (finally!).

Things are going really well with the beet. He's getting bigger everyday, especially lately since he's started another growth spurt. I don't really think about how much he's built like Steve until I see him around other babies that have the quintessential chub and are shorter than him but able to do things he can't yet. He doesn't seem to really like water activities, for some strange reason. We went sailing with Tami and Ira a couple of weeks ago, and the only time he wasn't fussing was when he was asleep. The next week we took him to the beach. Again, not a fan. Sigh. He seems to be all about the mountains. At least we got that going for us. We're going camping for one night next week. Here's hoping that is more pleasant than sailing.

The little man has five teeth in now; all four front teeth and one next to his top front tooth. The little bugger has a helluva bite, too. Keep your hands and arms away from the jaws of death at all costs. Steve is really good at being the consummate entertainer for the baby. We've discovered he can just use a specific tone of voice and say almost anything and the baby will start laughing. This is not a gift I possess, sadly. Ah, well. That's okay, I guess. Steve has been able to start feeding Will more, now that he's eating more solid food. He is a major foodie. There is not a single fruit or vegetable we've given him yet that he doesn't like. His favorite so far? Peas. Weird, eh? But there you go. I've been working on getting him to take naps in his crib instead of in my arms ('cause that's just getting a little bit old). It's a process, that's for sure. Some days it's not so bad, and others he'll scream for an hour and forego a nap entirely. It'll happen, though. Hopefully.

Will can almost sit up on his own. If we sit him up and keep our hands as backup (but not touching) he does fairly well. He doesn't mind his belly time nearly as much as he used to, which means it now takes him several minutes before he starts screaming bloody murder. It's quite an improvement. My only consolation is that he'll be a year older than his cousin and so will be able to teach her all kinds of things when she's old enough to start learning from him. That's right, my sister Corinne is twenty weeks pregnant with a little girl they are naming Naia Eliza. Congrats, Corinne and Dave! Will is really looking forward to being a cousin!