Brendon is able to pull himself up to a standing position all by himself.  Today I was sitting at the computer and he was standing next to my leg.  Then he reached over to the dining room table. His little hands were just long enough to reach a glass on the table.  He was so excited that he could get stuff by himself that he kept straining and reaching for anything he could get.  He's not tall enough to see what he's reaching for, so it's all by feel.

Pam had a doctor's appointment this morning, so she brought Brendon over about 11 a.m.  Then she came back in the afternoon before his nap.  I asked her if Brendon could stay all night tonight, and she said, "Yes."

As I am typing this, he has pulled himself to a a standing position next to the walker (with the wheels off).  He is squealing and grinning with delight.  Each thing he does, he looks over at me and flashes me a smile.

Yesterday Brendon vomited three times, once in the bed, once on the floor, and once all over the front of my blouse.  I decided not to feed him any more solid food until his stomach was a bit more stable.  I mixed up some homemade pediatlyte in a bottle and gave that to him for the rest of the day/

About 2 a.m. he woke crying.  I decided that he must be starved by now.  I made him a nice warm bottle of milk and cuddled him as he sucked it down quickly.  I stopped half-way through for a burp.  Then I took him back into the other bedroom to put him back to bed.  Before lying him down, I decided to make sure he burped again.  I was still washing all the bed clothes that he'd upchucked on earlier.  I rocked him gently in the darkness and rubbed his back.  You could hear the force of the liquid hitting the floor as the whole 8 ounces of milk erupted from his mouth, over my shoulder, and onto the carpet.  I scrounged around for some dry clothes for him, washed myself, and changed my clothes, scrubbed down the carpet.  He's back to sleep now.

Keith was watching a sitcom on television in the bedroom.  Brendon was propped up beside him playing with the remote.  Usually I give him a remote with no batteries because he is very good about changing the channels.  Just at the climax joke of the show, click, Brendon changed the channel.  About that time Keith could hear me cackling loudly in the kitchen.  I'd been watching the same program.  By the time Keith got the channel changed back, he'd totally missed the punchline.