Frank and I went to the Tigers game it was a Father’s Day present from Trish. It was very hot, but we enjoyed ourselves. We ended up watching most of the game from under the stands.
6/30/07

Which he calls “Buck”.

USA! USA! USA!
Actually around here, it’s “Ball? Ball! Ball?” It’s the only word he knows correctly so he uses it constantly. It’s the first word out of his mouth in the morning and he loves playing Ball all day long.

Seriously, Frank should be in TV commercials.

Frank needs to stay off the booze. He’ll end up in the pokey.

Someone recently told me that kids are a gift from God. He’s right.

He’s crusing around a lot more. Any day now, walking and chaos.

The Easy-Peasy swing. Which was not so easy to build. Took 4 hours and my hands are still numb. But it was worth it. He can go down the slide on his own. Sure he falls back on his head, but he can slide down on his own. More like a [...]

He’s a little hellion, but he’s our little hellion.