Fuzzy hair. . .

Lucas will love this picture when he is older. Lucas is on the verge of crawling and just about frustrated enough to do it. He really wants to go, but he just can't get the synchonization and timing figured out. Last night, he grabbed a hold of my pant leg and pulled himself up to a standing position. Maybe he'll just skip crawling! He still does not have any teeth. We tend to blame any fussiness on "Well, maybe he is teething," but not yet. It seems that there have not been any major developments for awhile, but he is teetering on the edge of a whole new level of independence.