Great--Now we don't need a dog.

I was holding Kian after he fell asleep for a mid-afternoon nap when I noticed that he had tiny brown dots on his onesie that were clearly the result of his Father snacking on chocolate while holding him earlier in the day.


"Look Angie, Kian has spots!" I said while contemplating the injustice of my husband eating chocolate on my birthday when I cannot.


"Oh no!" Angie cried, peering closely. "Now he's a Dalmatian!"

Current Exercise: the Lunge

Who is lunging?

Kian, thanks to the Doorway Jumper which has developed his legs' ability to propel him in exciting new directions.

Mommy and Daddy, who must move dangerous objects (i.e. paper or the remote control) out of Kian's ever expanding reach.

Angie, who races to pull her valuables out of the eager grasp of her suddenly quasi-mobile brother.

Well, at least we're getting exercise.

We have a tooth!

I can't see it, but I can definitely feel it.

Little Kian's first tooth finally popped through! It took long enough.

And the excessive drool has stopped, for now.

Yay us!