I was saddened to hear about Michael Jackson’s passing yesterday. Partly because it’s a pity that his life was lost when he was relatively quite young. But I guess it was also a stark reminder of my mortality in general…more so because the pop start was such an iconic figure while I was growing up.
Speaking of growing up, the baby is rapidly growing into toddlerhood. He can’t quite walk yet but he’s pulling himself up wherever possibleand trying to stand/balance by himself. He’s nowhere close to speaking…or saying a coherent word. But he does make a heck of a lot of noise. At 8 months old, it’s quite hard to shush him without getting quite loud myself. This doesn’t make for happy situations when we’re out in public.
