Maya, frustrated this morning, while trying unsuccessfully to pump out baby lotion onto Dad's hair: "Mama, it doesn't work! It needs new batteries."

Jack, having just crossed his nine-months mark (go Jack!), decides that our instructions from the pediatrician to get him a physical therapist to help him learn to sit are for the birds, and sits freely on his own the day after. He can't quite sit up from his usual belly-flop position, but he sat for almost half an hour today once I sat him up, can balance on his own which he couldn't do just a few days back.