To celebrate no homework - for the third night in a row - we took a walk around Sugar House Park's pond, and fed the ducks. After the mosquitos drove us away, we came home and made vanilla buttercream cupcakes. From scratch. This is big news for me (I rarely cook, or bake, from scratch)! They turned out very sugary; since I was hoping for a buttery confection, I put them in the fridge to sit and think about what they'd done to my baking-esteem, and maybe hoping the flavors will marry overnight and taste better in the morning (cupcakes for breakfast? Alright, if I have to).
To top the night off, Lincoln finally sat up all by himself! Our hands have to be on each side of him in case of a topple, but he's figuring his balance out quickly. What topples my baby boy the most is me: every time he sits up alone, I get so excited and either clap, or say (in a freakishly high pitched tone), "Yeea Lincoln!" Of course this makes Lincoln excited, too, and he loses concentration and topples over. I need to control my enthusiasm a little better apparently.