Walking (sort of) and talking (sort of)

Little Brocky, where has my fat baby gone? He sat on his ample tush for so long, and then BOOM, he took off and never stopped moving again, except to sleep (which he does like a pro).

The rolls of fat on his sumo thighs have melted away. I think I'm going to try this weight loss routine. Crawl, pull self up, sit down, crawl, pull self up, cruise, repeat infinitely.

Here's a video of him trying to balance without holding on, and just maybe a mini-step:


And one of him yakking away:


Brock's birthday party is just weeks away. I'm excited and shocked all at the same time. My co-worker made these a-w-e-s-o-m-e invitations for me:



And some Brocktopus pics:

Lonely singer/songwriter:



52-card pickup:



Eating rocks:



Happy boy: