I need to clip his nails more often. It's a tough job, so it gets put off. Anyway, I took this picture because it looked like he'd been attacked by Zorro.


Another picture of the new hair. It looks lighter now. My mother-in-law is very triumphant, having had a dream of a grandson with curly blond hair.


Today I left him in the living room for a second. More like eight seconds. Anyway, I came back and he had climbed onto the coffee table and changed the TV channel to a soap opera. That's my boy.