Rolling rolling rolling

As you saw here already, Zander's biggest, baddest, hottest, latest trick is rolling over. Generally only over his left shoulder. I think we got a right shoulder roll once this morning. And we're talking about the difficult back-to-front roll. That front-to-back stuff is easy-peasy since it's pretty much just choreographed falling over.

He continues to talk and talk and talk. He's been trying to shape his tongue more so the sounds he makes are changing, sounding disturbingly more like real speech. I would swear he said "I love you" Saturday morning. That's what I get for waking up with the baby at 6:15 AM. Okay, I'll take it.

Only slightly less exciting: our townhouse was broken into this weekend - while we slept in our beds. No, we didn't hear anything and yes some things were stolen but there's a chance we may have scared the thief off since the baby monitor in the living room was still on, blasting all of Zander's moans and cries - I know he woke me up no less than three times that night. Our place got the CSI treatment, which was a poor consolation prize for dealing with the Secretary of State to get a new license.

Zander visited the capitalist middle ages at the Michigan Renaissance Festival on Sunday. The Ded Bob Sho was a bit intense for him but otherwise it was a good stroll with expensive (but not untasty) food.

There was a request for more kitty content. While this is Zander's blog, Zander doesn't mind sharing, so long as we can make it baby-relevant. Seen last week: Zoot did not agree with me that this was a bad place to nap: