As of a few days ago, my Little David hit the 30 pound mark. My arms are like rocks from carrying him around all day because in addition to being huge he is also a Mama's Boy. He can walk all around the house and is doing so with gusto most of the time (a feat that I will prove later with video), but he much prefers to be carried around by me many days. Unfortunately, today is one of those days. He is cutting three teeth, and so he has a gnarly diaper rash, a fever, a runny nose, and a generally grumpy and helpless disposition. Therefore, I am typing this in thirty second intervals and probably losing my train of thought often. My bad.
Aside from the walking, my Little David has also decided his future profession. I know, I know, it's still relatively early for career training, but then he's an advanced sort of kid. I have this inkling that he will be either a mountaineer, a cat burglar, or a tree loving hippy. You see, he has begun climbing my furniture. And not just the normal kitchen chair and box fare that most kids do. No no, my child has brought it to new heights. For your viewing pleasure, I bring you The Incredible Climbing Tank.
He leaps window sills in single bounds.
Lazyboy?? HA! I laugh in the face of your Lazyboy!
Quite so, my boy. Quite so.