Six months!

As the cold air of late autumn settled on Baltimore at the beginning of this week, we headed out to the polls, early in the morning, the nip of the air on our cheeks.  Our family is very happy with the outcomes of both the national election and our local Maryland issues.  I am happy to live in a country where our leader is doing his best to protect women's health and women's rights, something that is near and dear to me not just as a woman but as a healthcare provider to needy, inner city, women.  And I'm even prouder that my son hopefully won't know the widespread discrimination that the gay population has faced in my lifetime, just like I barely knew of racism growing up.  I am proud to live in a state that has passed a referendum to allow all people to marry the one they love.  And I'm put at ease to know that if my son is gay, he's going to grow up and know that not only will his family accept him, but that his rights will protected by the law as well.

Enough with politics: Baby Miles can crawl!  Well, army crawl that is:

Miles has been lagging a tad in his verbalization but this week he's started throwing a "ba" and a "ma" and a "da" in the mix of squeals, grunts and giggles.  The little things really excite us.  It used to be we were entertained by movies, dinners out, parties and the occasional night at the club.  Now it's "ba" and an army crawl.

Miles K. Carscadden, six months:

I'm a happy baby!

Whatchoo doin'?

Hands and knees, on the verge of crawling.

Spinning ring, fascinating.

Super baby voted!

Drooly baby voted.

So, I'm wearing a dress? I live in Maryland. Get over it.

It's early morning.  What do I like to do?

Morning screams!

Acccckkkk!

Squeeeeaaaal!

Ready to go vote!

Read me this book!

It's cold outside and I look so silly.

Oh, hello!

I'm in a box and I'm cute!

Still in a box.

Trippy, right?