Catching up.
Very first birthday. In case Stephen’s been missing all of the hints he’s been tossing his way, Jim made a special cake.
Cake. Exhausting.
The next day, sugar hangover at the golf course.
With Bill and Kelly at the zoo.
He’s walking, mostly right into us so that he can step on our toes. His newest word is “papacito”, though he says “Bleu kitty”, “NO!”, “Nana”, “Dada”, “Mama”, “bear” and “doo swick sish”. Baby food is out. Fish sticks, chocolate milk and melons are in. He feeds us when he’s done eating. And he can dance. I didn’t know that babies danced.
Enjoy!
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