Just like my Dad. He’s quite the car man. Probably will fix it up and sell it.
He’s a constant flurry of activity. I fear that once he really gets moving (he’s SOOOO close to crawling) we’ll really have our hands full. Like him, he always needs to have his hands full.

Today we went out for dinner to Sidetracks. They were having their customer appreciation night, which meant half off everything. EVERYTHING! Frank had his first bit of meat (sorry Vegetarian friends, Frank’s one of us now). He made a funky face, but didn’t spit it out. Close enough for [...]

It’s not chocolate milk, it’s formula and prune juice. That’ll unclog the toughest drain.

It’s been a crazy couple of weeks. Frank has gotten crazily mobile. He’s dangerously close to crawling and scoots everywhere. He likes grabbing EVERYTHING. His curiousity is crazy. It’s like he’s gone from a cute somewhat mobile lump into this animated grabbing machine.

Now that he can officially eat table food, we’ve been feeding it to him with gusto. And who can blame us, it’s adorable!

9 months and he’s doing great. He’s 20 lbs (I thought he was more) and 30 inches long. This puts him at average weight, but the 90th percentile for height. My son the human dunk machine!

His cheeks get a bit inflamed so we have to put some stuff on it.

The perfect cure for a cold day.

He’s really turning the corner into toddler land. Look at him! He’s not really an infant anymore. He is les enfant terriblé. Not really, but I’ve always wanted to use that expression.