Three Wednesdays ago, Duncan turned 42 weeks old. He spent the week with a fever while finally cutting his first teeth. The poor guy was so miserable and slept poorly. In fact, Grandma came up for a day to help watch Duncan for the day so I could go to work! At the end of the week, his two front bottom teeth had popped through!
At the end of his 42nd week, he was back to normal with a renewed interest in exploring the house! He is fully mobile, crawling over to an area of interest and pulling himself up!
He likes hanging out at the kitchen. There are doors that open and lots of stuff inside to pull out!