
This weekend my mom is back for another visit. During her last visit, toby rolled over for the first time. This time, he took his first steps. She, jon and I just watched, open mouthed. I must admit, it means that I’m a little torn about her next visit. In some sense I can’t wait to see what exciting thing he’ll do next. But then again I don’t feel that we need to rush things, because one minute he’s all adorable smiles but then the next thing you know you’re fighting with a surly teenager about whether he can borrow the car, or worse, about why his crazy eco-maniachial parents don’t even own a car for him to borrow. Maybe I can convince him that it’s not necessary perform such grandiose tricks to impress his grandma, and then she can visit as often as she likes.
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