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Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

Gone forever is the little baby who was content with being held. Unless he's drowsy Andres wants constant action, he flails, kicks and bounces. He gurgles and blows bubbles. It's so much fun to sit him on our laps and let him clutch our noses and everything else within reach. He loves to be kissed and we love kissing him. Not so fun are diaper changes, he's eating solids so the stuff's even more offensive now.

Last night we went out for drinks to celebrate Christian and Julianne's engagement. They're planning to marry next year and it's sure to be a lovely wedding (in NJ Dave wants to add). We didn't stay for dinner, which is a good thing since after 3 or 4 glasses of wine Dave was pretty wasted. Sure, the stake would've soaked some of it up but it'd only have been washed down with more wine. So, the later part of the night was no fun at all for him. He was sweating the wine and was totally uncomfortable on our tiny sofa, which he's slept on the last two nights. Since Andres's room is being worked on he's sleeping with me on our bed and Dave is too nervous to roll over him. Despite sleeping on this big bed right next to mommy he woke up at 4 am. I changed him and made him a bottle. After his bottle we both laid back down, his spot was clean and smooth but mine was lumpy. I turned to check and there it was, the wet diaper I had just changed. Jokes on us, right?