Archer is an observer. He is quiet, unassuming, and happy. Adults everywhere are impressed with his calm demeanor, even in hectic situations. He watches the world around him with a discerning eye. He smirks. He scrunches his little eyebrows together in consternation when his sister is running around being the embodiment of chaos. The little guy is learning, though. He is not just watching, he is actually paying attention. After he sees something done once or twice, he will try to do it himself. He figures things out quickly, and wants to try everything. He is a little scientist. Watching, waiting, experimenting.
Right now, Archer is learning to walk. This week he progressed from the Frankenstein shamble to the monkey dance. He holds his hands above his head and checks his balance by stepping backwards now. I can tell he wants to play with his sister. Today, I held his little hands as we chased her around the coffee table. Their laughter was like a song. A loud, high pitched song, vaguely out of tune.
