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We went to a BBQ on Sunday at the house of friends from a parents' group we joined when Elliot was born. All of the babies are within a few weeks of each other. Elliot was kind enough to share his corn with K, who had never had it on the cob before.

Firsts x 3

Today Elliot did not one, not two, but three things for the first time. In order:
1. Opened the basement door by twisting the handle (good thing we installed a latch about a week ago)
2. Went down a slide by himself at the park (no prompting from me at all- I wasn't completely prepared for it)
3. Threw up at bedtime (he happily ate crackers and had water after a shower and it explains his lack of voracious eating at dinnertime)

I blame the staff picnic yesterday. Yeah, that's it! He and Chris are really cute, though.

don't box him in! or do.

He's enjoying pulling boxes and shirts and laundry baskets on his head and bumping around the house. He likes it until he crashes really hard. Little collisions are like bumper cars; he giggles and moves on.

Windy

Elliot enjoyed his nap during the ceremony (and the food!) and was a peach throughout the day. Chris and Laura's wedding was fantastic and he hammed it up with everyone. His favorite part was the ferry ride to and from Whidbey Island. "Birz!"