Ashton absolutely loves the piano, he's definitely on track to becoming a piano virtuoso. Every chance he gets, he crawls into the back room and plunks the keys--all with a big smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes. Yes, my friends, that is the face of a child who will get away with much more than he ought to, just because he's super cute.
Ashton still isn't walking. Except, now, he's actually refusing to learn how to walk--the little stinker. Every time one of us tries to get him to stand, he buckles his knees, insistenting on returning to all fours. He can stand if he wants to, he just doesn't. Once in a great while, when he is distracted, he'll stand for a second before realizing what he's doing and crouching back to the floor. Instead, he just motates on all fours, racing around the house and climbing up our legs and furniture to get leverage.
He still loves the swing. Nothing can make him laugh as quickly as swinging can.
