Call It What You Want...

I don't know how it happened, but the other night I came home to find him playing peek-a-boo with his girlfriends Kristin and Brianna. And he did it again today. Of course, that was, when he wasn't trying to BITE.

He got his first time-out yesterday for biting Mommy. I told him the next time he bit, he would have to go up to his crib -- with NO PACIFIERS. He bit. He got to sit in there for a minute by himself, not even with his favorite blankey-bear. Horrible mean mommy.

But today, what an angel. We went shopping this morning to buy Uncle Brian some coal, Uncle David a KISS album, Grandpa a new kitten, Grandma a hard strategy game, Aunt Tara a music box, and Aunt Amanda a sweater that matched everyone else's. He was a very happy baby, talking and laughing in his stroller, sitting up excitedly whenever he saw another baby (which was all the time; the place was teeming with them!), and in general having a great time!

Now he's up in his room making a lot of noise, so I guess it's time for Mommy to let him get up from his "nap". *(Play-nap, of course.)

But he can peek-a-boo!