My boy takes on Chapel Hill

Oh boy, my child is becoming his own man, for sure. Trying his best to crawl, and almost doing it. I give him another week or so. Or he may just bypass crawling altogether and start walking; he loves to stand. If we're not playing or eating, we have to be standing (with help, of course). We met YaYa (his grandmother) this weekend in Chapel Hill to gallavant around town, and of course my boy took the place by storm. Since we are trying to raise our son right (the Good Book does say to train up a child in the way he should go), we took him to Franklin Street to give him a taste of college life. Of course, no trip to Franklin St. is complete without a stop in Johnny T-shirt, so Daniel's grandmother made sure he's outfitted at least for another few months in a 2005 National Championship tshirt (go Heels!) and some Carolina pajamas. And a Carolina board book complete with famous landmarks and all the fight songs. So far he has the makings of a future Tar Heel. Let's hope he doesn't let us down and go to that dark blue school. Also during this visit, my boy showed his grandmother how intelligent he is...I was trying to put him to sleep, thought he was, so I got up to leave and get us some frozen yogurt. Mom said that as soon as I left, he got up and started playing and fighting sleep. Hey, when the cat's away, the mice play. He's an amazing creature. Every day he shows off something new that he knows -- yesterday it was how to sing along while Daddy plays the guitar, today it's how to stay awake as long as possible. (which he's succeeding at right now.)