We Interrupt This Broadcast

Fresco is walking.

It is truly terrifying and wonderful to behold, a 10 month old baby walking around like a little person. I don’t know who he thinks he’s fooling; he is still a baby to me, even if he is letting go of walls and careening around the house like a tourist on his 19th shot of tequila.

Good lord. Just thinking about the head-on collisions likely to occur today (and for the next, oh, 10 years?) makes me want to retire to my drinking closet.

Shut up. You do too have a drinking closet.