Over Christmas we went bowling with the Amberg clan in San Diego.
Teddy seemed to think the bowling balls looked delicious.
Back in San Mateo, we attempted a family self-portrait in front of the tree. This was the best we could get with a squirming baby and a restless, embarrassed dog ("Why do I have to wear this shirt?" and "I hope you can't see my penis!") Sorry, Reg.
For Teddy, crawling was just a means to get to objects that he could use for leverage to start standing. The first week in January we dropped the crib to the lowest setting because this is what you see when you try to put Teddy down for an unwanted nap (well, this plus some big fat tears).
