But now, we have entered the stage of Elliott scooting, Elliott crawling, Elliott sitting and Elliott pulling himself up on things all within the past month. And thus the entire world has opened up to him. And he is greeting all of it with his very enthusiastic tongue. About a week ago we were delighted because Elliott had apparently learned how to give kisses. We would say "kiss!" to him and he would open his mouth widely and place it gently on our cheek or anyone else's for that matter. I joked that, when it came to kissing, he must have received my technique and Shelbi's lack of discernment. Zing!

However, we quickly became disenchanted with his kissing when we realized he was equally as amorous with every inanimate object he came across. Table legs, bookshelves, you name it. His favorite make-out partner is the padding around our brick fireplace. Of course he still refuses to use any of his perfectly good eight (8!) teeth to learn how to chew Cheerios or anything else that we would actually encourage. No, if it's edible he has no interest in it.

Perhaps most amusingly, the last two times he has met up with who we have dubbed to be his girlfriend (a friend's 10-month old daughter) he has greeted her with a perfect open-mouthed drool sandwich right on her forehead, making her cry both times and immediately crawl back to her mom at lightning speed. All while Elliott looks back over his shoulder at us with a perplexed look on his face. Get used to it kid.