People came over to help me with dinner and Tanner, and we went outside to the previously unused and apparently boring swing set. Between us, we showed Tanner how to swing on his stomach- he calls it "flying" and my favorite thing was when he asked "Mommy come fly with Tanner" (he almost always refers to himself in the third person now) and he let me sit next to him and fly my way (seated on my bum since I can't swing on my chest). The first few pictures of him look like he is on some sort of gallows, but I know how happy he was. He liked pushing off on his own and taking about three swings- then he liked solid ground under his feet. It was awesome.
