Abe,
You have several toys now that you enjoy chewing on. Most crinkle and squeak and are vibrant colors, including your favorite fabric bug we named Beverly. But nothing has rocked your world quite like the plastic orange beetlebug toy that your Aunt Betty has. It winds up and races around, pausing occasionally to flip over and change directions. The first time it bolted across the counter, buzzing and flipping, you literally vibrated in my arms. Today we played with it on the floor and you were intent on catching it, a tricky thing considering how fast it moves and how new your arms and hands still are. When you finally succeeded in wrapping your thick fingers around it, you immediately popped it in your mouth.
Today we visited with Reid and Cathy and drove endless loops in Asheville neighborhoods looking for a new place to call home. The twisting, turning side streets lulled you to sleep. You are the calm center of our chaotic world right now and I'm grateful for that. The afternoon family naps are a sweet reminder that home is where we are together.
Pa-