No pictures today. Only talk of poop & puke.

If I had taken any, they would have been of a crying baby. All 4 of his molars popped through a week or two ago, and I thought the worst was over. Boy was I ever wrong. As they continue to work their way up, he continues to be in pain. Cranky. Whiny. Clingy. Fussy. I could go on, but I'm sure you get the point.

On top of that, he either has some sort of stomach bug, or the teething is giving him diarrhea. He spit up/puked up 3 times this morning. All within an hour of each other. By 9 am, he was already on outfit #4. The diarrhea started yesterday and continued today. Only today, the red spots on his bum were red and then raw and bleeding. Every diaper change (and with diarrhea, that's a lot of diaper changes) was torture...for him and me.

But let me tell you, these are some impressive teeth. I wish I could get a picture of them. They seem so big for his tiny mouth. He's just a baby. He shouldn't have teeth that can tear steak already.

He's walking more and more. Just the other day I told Brooke he was probably walking about 25% of the time. In just 2-3 days time, I would now put it at about 50%. So super cute!

An oldie but goodie. He was about 6 months old here.

"Word to ya' motha! Peace! I'm outta here."