Our ba....I mean toddler

Our son has started to walk, finally. I know what you're thinking--we're in trouble now. I don't really see that as the case; at least not yet. He will be 15 months old next week. He was 10 lbs. when he was born and has been the size of a child twice his age his whole life, all thanks to my genes in the mix. Let me tell you, it is tough carrying around a tall and skinny, but heavy, baby--especially when kids his size or smaller (that are older) are walking. So finally, these last couple weeks he has gone from walking little and mostly crawling to mostly walking and crawling only if he fell, trying to walk. He has been fun to watch grow up and develop; I can say that now that my wife's and my arms are getting a break from having to carry his dead weight everywhere.

Sickness is not fun....

especially when it is your wife. She has been sick for the last week,  and, for the most part, I think I've done a pretty good job holding down the fort here at home. I don't have many cooking skills, but I gave her everything I had while she wasn't feeling well. Because she's hooked on veggies, I even made her a stuffed pepper with ground turkey and melting, gooey cheese. I was so proud of myself for being creative.

Luckily I, nor the baby, have gotten what she had. I think that's because I don't get sick easily and the baby was getting her anti-bodies from her milk. So, in closing, all is well, or at least getting there as she is feeling better today.