As I sit here writing this, Jack is downstairs with Mimi, telling her how much he wishes his second tooth would come. Despite the fact that he's teething like a mad man, and has a cold the size of Texas, he is still the happiest little boy I know. Less than 5 weeks ago, he had seen nothing but the inside of 1-2 rooms, and known the faces of less than a dozen people -- but today you'd never know it. He smiles at anyone who'll look his way (including Maggie the dog), and rarely shys away from going to anyone.He's mastered sitting (yes, at 7.5 months), and tosses toys from hand to hand like he's been doing it for years. He's hugely infatuated with dancing Elmo , and Maggie (the dog) -- in that order. He's eating anything that comes within reach (including napkins), and "talks" for hours on end.This is the part of being a parent that I never knew about. Being happier than you've ever been despite the fact that you're covered in spit up (or worse). I've also discovered that poop doesn't smell quite as bad if you breath through your mouth....Today's pictures are dedicated to all of the wonderful people who have taken the time to leave us a message on our guest book. Those entries will be saved for when Jackson gets older -- I'd like him to know how many people were happy about his coming here. Thank you again, for your kind words and wishes -- we both are grateful them.
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