Thanksgiving Eve, aka Scott's birthday, Stefan developed his "hunch back" crawl.
The Eve of his birthday, he started saying, "Dad"...a lot.
Christmas Eve....nothing.
But, 2 days later, he started eating on his own. Since then, I've relinquished the spoon, stripped stain-able clothing off of him, and let him go to town on what ever the special is for the night. Shepard's pie is still a fav. and now tacos are at the top of the list.
New Year's Eve, he discovered potato chips and played with a new cat. So nothing new, but he hung out fabulously well at our friends' house well past normal bed times:), which certain people can attest to being a great accomplishment.
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