I forgot to mention Keegan's new favorite plaything. It's the remote control for the TV. When he sits with Tom he reaches for it and will stretch until he gets it in his grubby little hands. The other night he was fussy but wouldn't go to bed. He kept reaching for the remote so I gave it to him and he quieted down. My first though was, "Crap, he's addicted already." My next thought was, "How does he manage to press just the right buttons?" Keegan, like Marcel on "Friends," can make the TV do all kinds of cool things. Unfortunately I don't know how to make them go away. He's a cheeky little monkey.