Last night Amy trimmed Tru’s hair a little more, so the mullet is gone. Sorry, I didn’t get any photos to commemorate the mullet’s brief life.

Tru’s been working on his walk–he can do about 6 steps in a row, as long as he’s got a goal to walk toward. Food works well. He’s also got his wave down pretty good and he even knows when to use it. He’s been a pretty spontaneous clapper for a while now.

I’m surprised at how my baby-minding skills have become honed. I know when and what kind of poops he’s gonna have before he has ’em. The solid suckers come in the morning–we call ’em “rocks”, as in “Tru dropped a rock.” The loose stuff comes in the afternoon and is usually speckled with telltale signs of previous meals. We just call that kind gross, as in, “Oh, that’s gross.” Poops are pretty much time-based, though the other day I was coming close to convincing myself that I knew what kind he had just by the smell.