Flowers are for babies

Pardon the dark photos, they were taken at 6:30am. And August looks very moody in these, but trust me, he was having a blast.

These days he trots around the apartment with his hand out saying, "Dis? Dis?" meaning "Will you get that thing that's out of my reach down so I can play with it? Or maybe this thing? No? How about this?" In this instance I took down the vase of wilting flowers from my desk and let him pluck them out and carry them around. I suspect I'll be finding little dried up curls of petals for days

This also shows him post-haircut. I miss the bouncy curls...