Eight months old and Kasper thinks he should walk. He is systematically trying to destroy the entire apartment, especially anything expensive and electronic (surround sound speakers, both computers). He keeps taking a book called "Learn to Communicate" off the shelf. He likes to use his pacifiers backwards.
He's our wild man and we wouldn't trade him for the world!
(Although there are times when we look for a box big enough to ship him to one of his grandmothers...)
Kasper and I met a very nice man during our train trip to Fayetteville. A fine Southern gentleman, wearing a suit on a Saturday afternoon, who remarked, "Your boy really favors you, ma'am. I know right away he who he belonged to." And the girls in my store, they say all the time how Kasper looks like me.
And I told everyone, thanks, but I don't really see it.
To me, he looks like Kasper.
Well, OK, in this picture, I see it. I see a whole lot of it - and it's more than a little frightening!
One pacifier in the hand AND one in the mouth is much better than any birds in a bush, according to Kasper.
I've been trying to get some shots of Fang's, excuse me, Kasper's new teeth but he's not cooperating (shocking, eh?). He's got two coming in on the bottom and three on the top. And while they don't really show unless he's got his mouth wide open, they sure are sharp. Take my word for it.
P.S. Sorry for the lack of postings - we went to see my parent's last week and left Patrick home alone. He discovered new and exciting ways to make ground beef part of your daily diet but we're back now and congestive heart failure has been averted.
