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How do you know you're a postmodern parent? It's when you ignore your crying baby cause you're too busy looking at cute picture of him on your computer. But, seriously, they're really cute.

Prince Macho-belly Turns Seven Months!

This guy laughs ALL the time. Seriously. It was one thing to laugh when we were working for it (goofy faces, peekaboo, etc.), but he's started laughing all on his own recently. Developing his funny bone, I guess. Like . . . we were at the Rikers' in PA and his Grandpa Riker brought up some blocks from the basement (toy storage, not creepy with spiders) and I made a little stack of them and HAR HAR Elijah though that was hilarious. But if you thought a stack of blocks was funny HOLY MOLY when the stack falls down it is so tooooootally HILARIOUS. And Grandma Riker gave us some toys to play with in the bath. So there we are taking a bath, me and E, and I pick up one of the toys, a yellow bunny, and I says YELLOW BUNNY, and Elijah LOSES it. Everytime I say YELLOW BUNNY he goes NUTS. This lasted for over twenty four hours. The next night before dinner we all tormented him by saying YELLOW BUNNY over and over until he turned purple. He also laughs in his sleep (like his mom).

Here's his majesty for you, enthroned:

He's mighty stinky since we started feeding him solid foods. Tootastic. He loves prunes and avocado and sweet potato. I still really like red wine and cheese. Marty loves lasagna. Spangley loves his stinky Friskies.

Here's a new month's-worth of pics. Incidentally, Elijah laughed his little tush off as we looked at these on the computer, in between screeches at the cat.