Alex's legs pretty much do not stop moving....EVER. Especially when he is excited. He is still being called "Shark Boy."
For Christmas, daycare made us a picture thingy that had Alex's footprints in paint and then a little poem about the pitter patter of baby's feet. It is awesome and another example of why I love the daycare we are at.
Last night I was in Alex's room putting some stuff away while he was kicking the ever-loving shit out of his piano crib toy. After about two minutes of continuous piano pounding, I hear Travis in the kitchen, "Pitter patter my ass! That kid is bringing the thunder!"
Pretty sure he is a proud dad.
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