And now the run-down:
Cash is continuously growing...mostly his cheeks and chins (yes, chins...as in plural), but also his personality. I catch him laughing at the Ellen Degeneres show - mostly when she's dancing, he thinks Drew is hilarious and his little face lights up every time he sees him, and if you try to take that bottle away before he's done (regardless of whether there's anything left) all heck breaks loose. He is officially a person.
He's also rolling over from back to belly and vice versa, he holds his bottle by himself, and can sit up on his own for about 15 minutes before toppling over (and then that whole "heck breaking loose" thing happens again). So basically next week we're looking at prospective universities and getting him a job.
On the horizon is "the army crawl" - this kid is DYING to get moving. He wants so badly to get down on the floor and play with the big kids, but just cant figure out how to move once he's on his belly. I'm sure I'll be posting about that soon enough.
In order to keep this from sounding like an annoying Christmas letter, I'm going to stop. But rest assured from here on out its sweet anecdotes, witty banter, and the like...