A beautiful saturday in february...

Fender will be 17 months old tomorrow. Yikes. Sign language doesn't seem to be slowing down his attemps at speech, in fact, I think wanting to talk may be slowing down his attempts at signs. :) He does have a new sign for ball, though. I thought ball would be an easy word, but the L at the end of things is more difficult than it seems. Attempts at ball and bowl, for example, sound the exact same. Frustration with me not knowing exactly what he is "saying" is likely the reason he came up with a sign for ball at all. ;) In on-going speech development, it seems everyone has been trying to teach our little man about the G on the end of Dog. So much so, that dog is now a two syllable word (dah-guh) with emphasis on the guh.

That's all I'll go on about for now. Here are some pictures from our 80 degree (F) Saturday this weekend.
We start, with an "uh-oh" as Fender wanted to make sure Sebastian had access to ALL his milk bones at once. Notice the excellent milk bone toss as we (apparently throw) the biscuits back in the box. And have some fun doing so.
 
 

Too tired at nap time to lay down I guess...:)
 

Outside play: first we need a little water...