The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

So, the first sign that I need more sleep is apparently thus. I saw a headline containing both the "Hans" and "Nina," and found myself wondering why Slashdot was posting something about Monster. Wow. I so wish I was making that up.

In the past week, Graydon has gone from pushing up on his arms and flinging himself on his face to get around, to actually crawling at full speed. Into things. Hard things. While being videotaped. It's kind of tragic, really. He's also magnetically drawn to power outlets. And he's already starting to pull himself up. The part that amuses me the most about this? He still can't sit up on his own. Oh, he'll sit if we sit him up, but he can't get into the sitting position by himself. I don't think he really sees much point in it.

Other than that, life is supremely the same. Still not moved, still no house sold, etc, etc. I suspect that we're going to be in this state of limbo for a long, long while. Boo.