Mr. O turns 1 on Friday; and what a 1 it's been.I could type for days with cliches about fatherhood and the way a child changes your life for the better, but at the same time I would never do it justice.
For those checking in here for the first, but hopefully not the last time, here's the report.
Mr. O is walking well, although he seems to struggle a bit right after he eats due to an apparent shift in his center of gravity.
He has two teeth pushing through his lower gums, ready to go to work any day.
He loves bananas and applesauce (his great-grandpa would be proud).
The pets, who have gotten together to dub themselves the Afterthoughts, could really take him or leave him, but I bet if you pushed them really hard they'd take him.
He loves books, especially the way they taste.
He has his father's belly and his mother's smile.
He has discovered a revolutionary teething remedy which involves packages of 5-year old Trader Joe's fruit leather his parents forgot they even had until he found them.
He's very popular at day care and at home with a happy disposition and playful way about him.
Life with Mr. O is good.
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