We had a pretty good snowstorm here and I took Asher in it, all bundled up like the kid in A Christmas Story. He couldn't really walk on his own, only a few steps before he fell over, but he sure loved it. He didn't want to come in. Go look at the pictures:
Yes, that was an order.
I went to the neurologist yesterday and he is going to have my blood checked every 4-6 weeks, and I had blood drawn yesterday for the first check. It didn't hurt at all, and was really quick, but it left a big bruise and it hurts now. Wierd. But he really seems to know what's up so hopefully things will go better this time.
I think Asher is saying "quack quack". He has a little duck (I think you gave it to him, mom) that quacks when you press it's stomach, and he says "gehck gehck" (or something equally accurate). And he is starting to say Hello, and sort of says I love you (ah luh...ooooo). Who knows what's the deal with this kid.