The Emperor Has No Clothes

The Time: Friday Night.
The Situation: Mom's on a retreat, it's Dad's weekend on the job - alone.
The Problem: Jammies that don't have a top snap.

That little whippersnapper took his pajamas off! You can see them, right there, bundled up in the bottom right of the picture...yaknow, next to his blanket? He completely undressed himself...except for his diaper. And that, I am sure, is only because he fell asleep before he could get it off. What a nut.

Peter had his 18 month checkup today. He's doing pretty well. He's a bit tiny in weight, still got a stinker of a big head, and has some sort of rash on his back that will take 3 weeks to 3 years to go away. Woohoo. That's the part I'm excited about. No, really. I mean, who doesn't like a good rash that, like a bad penny, never goes away? He still hasn't really started talking yet, although tonight he did say 'bah tie' after his dad said 'Bath Time'. I think that counts.