Hubby is outside right now trying to clean up the shop enough that we can fit 150 bales of hay in it that are being delivered this afternoon. Leave it to us to wait until the very last minute to do stuff. It would just be weird to actually accomplish something ahead of time.
In Wesley news, he's getting pretty close to walking I think. He cruises everywhere and practically runs around with his push toys. He's standing alone and will walk holding onto one of my hands. He's getting there. He's also a chatter box. It's pretty funny because whatever I say, he says. I say "do you want oranges with your lunch?" and he says "orangies orangies orangies". He's got about six words he says now. Seems to be growing by the day.