Sigh. The walking has officially begun. Not just a wobbly step or two into the arms of her parents – but no doubt about it look at me waddle across the room steps without holding onto anything . . . Hazel made her first baby steps over this past week …
Hazel’s first birthday. It’s a very good thing we ate the green frog cake outside on the porch.
Astroboy Matt was in town for a week attending his grandfather’s funeral. He brought Ethan along and they came to visit us for dinner. While a romantic candlelight dinner for two was discussed, we figured flashlights were probably a safer bet for Hazel’s first European date.
Lately Walter the Farting Dog has been great bedtime reading. How can you go wrong with a dog that has gas . . .
