|Everett Paul, one year (and two weeks) old|
I have sort of started the process (and what a process it is going to be) of going through some old family photos. As I browsed through the boxes that my mom sent me, I came to a few shots of me when I was about 18 months old. Now, Everett is only 12 months old, but wouldn't you agree that he looks a little bit like me? Red overalls and everything. Okay, by a little bit I really mean a lot. Because I see myself in him every day, and I have since he was born. It makes me wonder what he will turn into as he grows. If I am any indication, maybe this means that we can look forward to some hair in the next six months. My baby is growing up!
And now for a bunch of random photos from the past month.
|Playin' and poopin'|
|He sure loves those socks|
|. . . and he's got a thing for eyelashes|
|Coats. . . but the white one isn't mine, I just like it.|
|Costco shopper, pizza dinner|
|He makes this face when you say anything about smiling or teeth.|
|Sliding. I had to keep helping him sit up straight. |
That perfectly strait little body, that coat, he was cracking me up. So funny.
|My sick boy. Doc said he got the influenza virus. The poor boy felt so bad for a couple of days.|
He's much happier now although still filled with boogies. Boogies are gross.
He did learn a new skill though thanks to Mr. flu: how to blow (his nose).