Little Baby David is a big eight months old today. When we first brought him home he was little more than a kitten who could only drink, sleep, cry, wet his diaper and could barely open his eyes. Now the little man eats pureed carrots, sits up, holds his own bottle, laughs hysterically, plays with toy trucks, sticks his thumbs up other people's noses and crawls around on his belly like a beached seal.

The boy is a genius. If you don't believe me, just ask his mom.