He still puts everything in his mouth. Eventually he’ll discover that not everything tastes so good, but now, he’d chew on a shoe.

Each day that crawl becomes more dangerous. Soon he’ll be walking and that leads to driving, which leads to the dark side of the force! Frank, I am your father!

I love the hell out of Frank. Seriously. I have bonded with him on some sort of subatomic level and he just makes me happy as a pig in a puddle.

Unfortunately, yes. He’s discovered the skill of crying his eyes out when he doesn’t get his way. We took a toy away from him to put him in the bath and he wailed like someone had pinched him. It’s crazy, but he’s been on this kick the past few days. Hopefully [...]

He’s got a new pair of shoes and they look cute as heck. Makes him look even more boy like.

Now that he can crawl, he’s always on the move.

Finally today he did it. Forward motion. I actually cried a bit. He’s taking that next step (or crawl) and starting to become a toddler. So awesome.

I was down for the count yesterday and even today. Woke up just enough to take this picture. Frank got me sick and look how happy he looks.