Updating Diaper Diary with recent photos of Seven, who's now fourteen months-old. He has gotten bigger and stronger, a lot smarter and funnier, and he can now walk a few steps on his own. I love it when he's asleep because he's so snuggly, and mornings just after waking up is when he's on his most pleasant mood. We make sure we enjoy it.
I'm pretty sure I missed including some photos. Anyway, there's more to come in the next post. =)
Father to Seven. Prefers to be called "Pop" because Daddy is too sosyal, Papa can mean boyfriend / boy-toy or a ketchup, Tatay is too un-sosyal, and Popsie is just three letters too much. I don't like the cola because it's too sweet, but I esteem coach Gregg Popovich because he gets the job done. So Pop it is.