Grandma Gail, an accomplished sitter herself, decided the goal this past week would be to teach the boys to sit up. Andre took to it like a fish to water.

Luke was able to sit, too, but we have no pictures of him sitting, because he quickly finds something he wants to put in his mouth and takes off after it, rolling and crawling G.I. Joe style. Sitting is boring.

Andre has a more peculiar form of locomotion. We call it the reverse inchworm. He lies on his back, plants his feet, digs his head into the ground, arches his back up, and propels himself in the direction of his head. The photo doesn't do it justice, but there is a good six inches of clearance under his back here.

It looks like a yoga pose, but if any teacher tried to get her students to to this, they would, at worst, snap their spinal cords, and, at best, never go to that teacher's class again. Go ahead, try it.

Finally, spring is here, which means relaxing outside barefoot after work.

Swingers

For our six month birthday we wanted to do something we've never done before, so we went on a real swing, in a real park, outside.

Another new trick we're working on is eating actual food. Luke is kind of into it.

Andre has yet to be convinced

Mommy has been going off to work early in the morning, too early for us boys.

That's us chilling with Grandpa Bruce on his birthday, St. Patrick's Day.


And here's a vintage shot, from back when we couldn't even control our limbs. This one is going on our first album cover.

New month, old pic:

Tyson-Holyfield III.