So here I am driving to shop with my mom, minding my own business, listening devotedly to my NPR, when a charming Brittish woman begins her story on Saddam Hussein’s side-job as a romance writer. But when she identified the genre, I almost wrecked the car….

Yes, poor Carl is taking a sick day from his usual gregarious self. This is such a rare sight these days – Carl being still. It’s a little eerie.

Just a little virus though according to the doctor.

He passed his 1 year exam with flying colors today with a height of 29 3/4 inches and a weight of 21 lbs 13 oz. Not bad for a year. He remains firmly on the 50th percentile line, a testament to the not-so-tall genes he’s inherited. Contrary to biological odds he is ahead on motor development and just about right in verbal skills. Nature, go figure.