As for me, the only concrete thing I accomplished today was making a skirt for Katie. Looks pretty good, except the waistband is a little squirrely - but she'll wear her tops so that little mistake will be covered.
For family and friends interested in Joseph: He's 17 months old now, and his vocabulary is just exploding. Let's see where he stands: Mama, Dad-dy, baby, ball (his favorite), tee-vee (yes - refers either to the box or the remote), walk, dog, kee-ey (kitty), key, cup, bye-bye, hi, ni-night, mine, wow, horsie (pronounced..heur-she - or something like that), Da-da (David), Kah-dee (Katie), nah (no) and wa-wer (water - that was today's addition).
He is, it should go without saying, into everything. Except, it goes without saying, his toys. Except for those dang balls - his Bob the Builder ball, his smiley face ball, his Tampa Bay Bucs ball, his Pro Football Hall of Fame ball, and whatever tennis balls he can dig out from the closet, all of which he flings at whomever is near, saying "Catchid!". He's a riot. Except at 2am, a time which I still,unfortunately, see him with great frequency.