Back at it Again

Just when I thought I'd gotten back into a rhythm with this thing, we all get sick. But that was in March. Now it's August.
Ollie will be a year old in two weeks. He's been walking for about a month and a half, but he's just now starting to get proficient. He can make it just about across a room. His problem now is that he'd prefer to run. I predicted this several months ago when he started climbing things before he could crawl.
Speaking of climbing, he's, well, pretty good. The most dangerous places I've found him are in the bathroom sink (Ike thought this was hilarious) and on the dining room table (the paring knife I'd used to cut his banana that morning in his hand). He hasn't repeated either, but he can get on any couch in the house now, and can almost make it onto our bed. He's now the type of kid who I can't let disappear for more than five seconds.
Ike is still working on adjusting to having Ollie around, and now Ollie's big enough that he can give back whatever Ike can dish out. We've had our share of screaming matches. But they love each other. Ike's our main sign language teacher - Ollie pays far more attention to him signing than Joe or me. They love wrestling, and Ike enjoys "sharing" food with Ollie, which mostly means he takes stuff off Ollie's high chair tray and says, "I was just sharing with him."