Jotham had a little adventure yesterday at Uncle Jon and Auntie Angela's birthday party. He decided he was ready to learn to walk down the stairs, and since the gate was conveniently left open he saw his opportunity. We all heard the tumble down the stairs and Uncle Jon reached Jotham before his first cry was out. As a result of the bloody fat lip Jotham got his first popsicle - it was the easiest way to keep ice on him.
This is how it looks after a good nights sleep.
And here we are having fun!!! The truck has been a favourite lately.
Don't worry Oma and Grandma, the pictures
make it look worse than it actually is!
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Counting down the days till we get to see you in person :D