Eight Months and Counting

So the Red Sox are back in play and my team is already beset by controversy and disappointment. The way the Sox treated Mike Lowell was appalling; there was no dignity in that. I know it's a business and I know that he knows it too, but there's still something so awful about it. They're benching a guy who makes more than some of the starting players because he slowed down in the field. I think he showed last season his bat was still in good shape. As much as I love Papi, he's not the same guy. Split the DHing duties until you trade Lowell. Honestly.

Baby Starr is almost eight months old. He is awesome. Without question. He's such a smiley, happy kid. He's rolling over, scooting around, grabbing at things. He's so, so close to crawling. I'm scared he'll do it for the first time at daycare and I'll miss it.

I weaned him at seven months and he eats more solids than he does formula at this point. His appetite is seemingly neverending. He's such a little ham, too. He sees the camera and breaks into a great big grin. He's just such a great kid and I feel so lucky to know him let alone be his mother. Watching him learn and figure things out and try things for the first time is so amazing.