november progress report

i think i can officially call it: ori is walking. he has the grace of the dancer, albeit one that is dancing to michael jackson's thriller. he also thinks that he has mastered the stairs, and this has been the biggest issue, keeping me from dishes and other such chores.

 he is the chubbiest, fairest, sweetest, most blue eyed baby that i have ever encountered. i like him, and i have since decided that, even if he isn't mine, i am keeping him.