Our son.

 I went to pick up a dress from the tailors, and the man who owns it looked at Wrennie and said, "Oh big boy!". I laughed and said, "yep!" And then I took the picture of her (above) and said, "Kenton, look how cute our son is." She is still in that sort of unisex stage. This one Joe t-shirt really throws everyone for a loop though, even when she is wearing her pink helmet. It's like trying to pat your head and rub your stomach at the same time, your brain has a hard time with the dark blue on a baby girl even if she has pink on too.

Everything is an opportunity to stand, especially the couch. Look how tight she is trying to hang onto the edge, those fingers are white!

Oh p.s. Wrennie and I are still sick. Kenton ran out to get pizza for us, and Nyquil for me. This is highly unimportant, but I had never had the liquid form of it before. So I took the recommended dosage (I swear) before heading to bed and half and hour later, it was like I was intoxicated and overwhelmingly sleepy. Wrennie had woken up around 11pm and I barely heard it, and when I could hear Kenton trying to soothe her to sleep, I couldn't even lift my head or attempt to open my eyes. That stuff is powerful. I sort of look forward to taking it again tonight...that was a great sleep. :)