At seven months, he's approximately nineteen pounds of smile, eyes, drool and thighs. With hair the color of dishwater* and two new teeth like little cubes of sugar, he laughs in place of language. After several days perseverating on pulling up, he's a pro. And, he's always pulling off his socks. Bet he'd charm yours off, too.
* A few days ago, I described Tuck's hair as "dishwater" colored. G'Ro disagreed, said that implied it's dull. She's right, it's not dull, but it is the color of dishwater. Shiny dishwater. Put that on a box, Clairol.