Rainy weekend here, and I'm a happy girl. Something about rain is so exciting. I've never been able to describe it, but it's simultaneously soothing and stimulating to me. Those people who get depressed when it rains just confuse me. I am staying in, though, rather than taking Schmoo out in it. He just got over being sick, so I feel like I can't expose him to the damp.

My big plans this weekend were to buy Schmoo a halloween costume and take him for photos at a pumpkin patch, which it's too wet to do anyway. I have admitted defeat: I won't be sewing the teddy bear costume I had intended to make. I'm just too ignorant and have too much going on. I bought so much fabric, however, it will keep for next year.


Schmoo is 8 months old now. I just can't believe it. He's so tiny, but at the same time, so big. He cut 2 more teeth this week, bringing the total up to 6 (2 in, 2 half in, and 2 just poking through). He's pulling himself to his feet, cruising along furniture, rocking on all fours, and learning to clap, bang a drum, feed himself, and make faces. Yesterday, he drank juice from a cup all by himself. This morning, he gummed a biscuit down to mush. I'm continuously amazed by him. However, he still won't try to sit up on his own. It's like the boy's half-turtle. Once he's on his back, it's all over.