



So I've been taking steps for about two weeks now, mostly going back and forth between mom and dad. But today I made the longest independent journey yet-a measured 24 feet lengthwise across the living room. I did it several times. I still have trouble walking in a straight line, and sometimes I lose my balance, but hey, this is definitely progress. I'm only nine months and six days. Don't ask me to crawl. Crawling? Pooh! If you look closely, you'll see a bandaid on my chin. I fell while walking one day and my chin got scraped and bloodied. My First Real War Wound. Yes! I made it.

There's a nice park two blocks from my house. Mom takes me there every morning before my nap, and I swing, slide, and ride the animals. But nothing is as fun as sitting in the bark and digging. I bend down, scoop it up in each fist, examine it carefully, and then rub it on my clothes. Of course, all this is a ploy to to make mom think that I could care less about eating it. However, just when the going's good, and I find a big piece that looks really tasty, the bark is, so to speak, snatched from my lips. I suppose moms will always be like that.

It's the most amazing thing. Here I am, going along, and then bam, I have three cousins instead of two. This is Clive Wesley Mark, born September 21st, weighing in at 8lbs 15oz and 21 inches long. With a head of black hair and the body of a football player, he’s a cousin to be proud of. Email Clive to tell him how cute he is.