Still alive, and the sprog is still chic!
Sorry for the absence. It’s been a wild couple of months. Hopefully things are calming down now, or at least becoming exciting in much nicer directions. Either way, it’s nothing I’ll bore you with, since you’re here to see embarrassing baby photos.
”Oh Elmo, let’s do it. Let’s run away together.”
Valentine is saying words now. ACTUAL HONEST TO GOODNESS WORDS. This blows my mind, seriously. I mean, I know it’s something pretty much every kid does but man, not too long ago she was a newborn loaf. This -thing- that just sort of squirmed and sometimes cried and had eyes that rolled involuntarily. But now? I can have conversations with her. Limited conversations, but hey.
One of her words is “doctor”. I’m going to feign innocence and pretend I don’t know where she got that from. We’re still working on “Allons-y” and “Geronimo”, and maybe by the time Gallifrey rolls around I can get her to say “I speak baby.”