Eight months is alright

Busy, busy, busy. We had to get a crib for this boy because he was waking up on the sly from his naps in our bed and throwing himself over the edge with wild abandon. (I should say our bed right now consists of a mattress on the floor, but the hardwoods still don't make for a very cushy landing. The hat is covering some serious forehead bruises. My nickname for him is Evil Kineval.) Owain is loving crawling, pulling himself up on things and standing, playing with and studying Ellis, eating guacamole (really!), being naked, splash time in the hot tub, reading books with dad, time in the backpack, playing outside and doing horse chores with mama, laughing hysterically while trotting on Colby, flirting with his housemates and petting the cats too hard. We're looking forward to all the fun summer on the farm will bring!