Poor little guy is teething. He’s drooling and chewing everything in sight! Went to the doctor Tuesday, he had to have shots. He looked up at me and looked so betrayed. I told Whit he has to take him next time I can’t handle it. He weighs almost seventeen pounds and is almost twenty-seven inches long. He’s in the 95th percentile for height and the 90th for weight. Yeah, he’s going to be another big’un. I’ve got to work on my weight training for real though. I can barely lift him.