Sorry I haven't updated in a while. By the way, is anybody out there? I keep checking for comments and there are none.

So much has happened that it's going to take a while to describe. First and foremost, as of the last couple of days, I'm officially a crawler. That slight shift you felt the day before yesterday was the earth settling in to its new state. Now, I can go virtually anywhere in the world, though it might take a while. I still tend to wobble a little, and occasionally do a side-plant. Dad laughs. He's mean.

Along with crawling, I've learned hoisting. Hoisting myself up alongside furniture, that is. It won't be long before I'm "cruising," that is using the furniture as support while I walk around.

Hoisting and cruising are also both sailing terms, which is a nice segue into my first sailing experience. It was aboard the Santa Cruz 52 Voodoo Child in the Elliott Bay Downtown Series. I tried to trim the genny on a tack, but dad ripped the sheet right out of my hands. Again with the laughing. I sailed twice, of course both times we won (though we had to cheat a little the first time, though in the Elliott Bay series, running an engine isn't considered cheating so we didn't cheat after all) I liked the sailing thing OK, but it got a little windy and I went down below.

Lots of other things have been happening as well. My grandpa came to visit! How cool was that? The doctor checked me out and said that I was in the 90th percentile in height, and 50th in weight. And it's true, I'm taller than almost anybody my age. And now that I'm a little older and more mature, I tend to make it clearer what I want and when I want it.

I took my first airplane ride and saw my first farm. We went to a Sauder family wedding in Lloydminster, Alberta, and visited Uncle Dave and Uncle Glenn's farms. It was great fun. Mom wants to be a farmer. The plane ride was great. For some reason everybody on the plane groaned when they saw me get onboard but thought I was pretty cool at the end.

I'm eating solid food. Well, not quite solid, but it's not milk. I'm not particularly fond of mixed vegetable stuff, but I really like winter squash, chicken, turkey and peas. Anything with chunks isn't very appealing at this point.

I'm not quite sure what's going on with my sisters Ali and Chula. Chula never stuck around and let me pull her hair, but Ali used to. Now as I get a little stronger, every time I pull Ali's hair she leaves (and usually I still have a fistful of hair). But what's really strange is the gift giving thing. Both of them leave their toys around, and sometimes Ali purposely gives hers to me. That's cool, but as soon as I almost sink my gums into it, mom or dad take it away. Sometimes Ali Boo will even give it and then take it away. And now, when I see Ali or Chula with a toy and start to crawl toward them, they usually take their toy and run away. I don't get it.

So, that's it for now. Take a look at my photo album, there are lots of new pictures. Let me know if you're reading this!