/AFK to cry

James finally got big enough to use the TAC onesie that Roz had sent as a gift. He is currently seven months old. Time does fly, I know! He's crawling around like a snake and pulling himself up to stand/cruise around the crib. I haven't seen him sit up on his own yet, but my husband just reported finding him sitting up in the crib tonight a couple hours after we had laid him down to sleep. No tooth either, much to my exasperation -- Orajel is making a fortune off of me in the meantime. I've got a tube in every room so I don't have to fumble around in the dark, trying to remember where I last left it!