Almost one

It's about time Kyle accepts the truth: he's getting old. Last week the little guy hit the 11-month mark, which means we have less than a month to go until his first birthday. It's an important milestone. Even though we'll probably still refer to him as a "13-month-old," "18-month-old," or "55-month-old," beginning next month we can also simply refer to him in years, which will be the preferred measurement. That means the "monthies" are nearing an end. Kyle's five-month-old and six-month-old friends are already harassing him about it and sending him "over the hill" cards and black balloons. In the meantime, Kyle's trying to enjoy what's left of the monthies as he reflects on life and questions whether it's too late to follow his dreams.

This was quite an eventful month for Kyle. His 11th month included his first Easter, his first Mother's Day, and the first time he could refer to his mom as an "esquire." He's eating more, crawling more, and demanding more from his dad, who finds himself worn out most evenings, after spending the days chasing the little guy around. I am finding myself drinking more and more coffee. College didn't do this to me. A stressful job didn't do it. Even the overnight shift didn't do it. No, the one thing that is pushing me into the pit of caffeine addiction is a little guy who can't even walk yet. Incredible. At least he still sleeps from time to time.

Anyway, I have a new photo album for all of you to enjoy:

Kyle's 10th & 11th Months

That's about all I have right now. Time for me to start preparing for a birthday!