I apologize for not updating Evan's site. As a PR agent, I'm not doing a very good job. I blame the computer and trojan horses and those thingees that make computers stop working right.
By 11 months Evan coast frequently across the house and "knee-walks." It's slower that crawling but it keeps his hands free for his sippy cup or the remote control.
It was cold September afternoon when I dressed Evan in his warmer gear. The results made me cry. I called Jim at work, sobbing that my baby is now a little boy. It startled me.
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