Here comes trouble.




Here's one of the great new joys of my life: the doorstop.
BOOOOIIIIIINGGGG!!!



My favourite thing to do is to rearrange the newspapers.
The coolest thing about that is that Daddy has to pick them all up every night.



Hmm. After reviewing the contents of all of these newspapers,
I've come to the conclusion that I'm glad I can't read.



So I think it's about time I go over here.


You're doing a great job Dad.
I'm just learning to pull myself up to a standing position
and there are all these nice places to hit my head if I fall,
but what do you do?
You go grab the camera.
Don't think for one second that I'm going to let you babysit your grandchildren in 30 years, Daddy-O.