His surgery also went really well. He was actually in surgery for all of ten minutes. By the time we sat down in the waiting room it was time to go see him. The hardest part about the whole deal was putting him in the little baby gown and handing him off. He wasn't exactly happy with life when he woke up, but by the time we got him home and he drained a juice box things were back to normal. He is babbling a lot more than he used to and is trying harder to take his first steps.
Lately we have been trying to soak up as much of this nice weather as we can. Yesterday the three of us and Tater took a nice long walk through Headwaters Park, and Boston and I took a stroll through Foster Park. Hopefully the 60 degree weather will stick around. Bring on the shorts!