It has been almost 2 months since I last posted and I have so many back pictures to post. Logan found his walking legs around 13 months and it has been a busy house since. We had begun to fear that we would be carrying him down the aisle of his wedding, but alas, nature stepped in and one day-- seemingly out of nowhere--he was a walker. Jason has nicknamed him the drunken monkey, and the moniker is fitting, as he still falls as much as he walks. Poor child seems to have inherited his mother's lack of grace and coordination to his father's lament. Luckily he does not seem phased by the myriad of bruises and scrapes that show up daily.
Daddy's training involved rigorous ceiling walking exercises:
The safety zone:
Don't slow me down!
Getting to be such a big boy:
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