Last night Logan said his first full sentence... "Where is the big dog?" There is a house with a large boxer/mutt that looks very much like my Aunt P's dog Amber. We call her Amber-dog. Original, eh? Anyway, the dog wasn't stalking us around her fence like normal, and Logan missed her. It was cute.
Sorry for the lack of posting. To say that this last week has been a roller coaster just really does not do the emotional swings justice. Please continue to keep my Grampa in your thoughts, he is having a hard time and we love him so very much.
PS--Grammy, Logan will only wear YOUR hat. No other hat will do, thanks so much for knitting it for him!