Blanden has had kind of a rough couple of weeks since Grammy and Papa left. Last weekend, he fell out of his crib -- twice. He wasn't trying to climb out, just reaching over the side when he (and I!) was surprised to find himself nose-diving to the floor. His crib is standard, the mattress is standard, and the manual says to stop using the crib at 35 inches. But apparently at 32 inches,
Blanden is too tall already. Alas, we're done with his lovely crib as a crib. But he's not ready for his toddler bed just yet -- and neither are we -- so he's sleeping in his portable crib for the time being.

Then this past weekend he was quite under the weather, though he is perking up, so today we took Belle to the local dog park. Fall has arrived here in Denver, and the weather has turned cooler (meaning 50s) -- mostly. Tomorrow it will be 70, so we just might take a little field trip again to one of
Blanden's favorite places, the zoo, which I'm sure will perk up his spirits even more.

And although these photos feature Belle,
Blanden's favorite playmate, we must also recognize Ella,
Blanden's favorite friend and the get-well pup extraordinaire. A couple nights ago, when
Blanden was inconsolable and not feeling well at all, we brought Ella in and sat down next to her. Immediately
Blanden leaned over to rest his head on her back and his crying stopped.