We've been working a lot, and it's just going to get worse before it gets better, so here's a quick catch-up blog.
Alexander is crawling, although he still mixes it up, crawling forward a bit, then collapsing on his stomach and inching forward, then rolling, then crawling some more. While I was sitting on the floor with my back to the couch, he scaled me and got onto the couch without my help. He's got six teeth, maybe more by now. They're popping up so fast, and he likes to gnash them together in the most disturbing ways. He's also giving kisses, big, wet open mouth on our cheeks, sometimes ramming his teeth into our flesh.
Here's some videos of him pulling himself up on the coffee table and laughing it up with his dad.