Diego got his first haircut Saturday. Not cute. Will not post picture until it starts to grow out. I should have cut it myself. In happier news, he has hair so I should be happy.
He's now walking. You know the kind of walk you do when you stumble out of a bar at 4 o'clock in the morning. 2 steps forward, 6 steps back. Yeah, that's the one.
He's also now started to throw temper tantrums which I won't have so I have to work on that one.
In "me" news, nothing. I'm off this week. I should have gone to Macon, Georgia. They got all of Oprah's favorite things. Why couldn't my parents have raised me in Georgia? Why Lord Why?
Here's a picture of the man that makes me smile:
If I don't write to you again. Happy Thanksgiving!
This year I'm thankful for my family, a son that makes my heart glow, a husband that still gives me butterflies and friends that make my days all that much better.
