Throughout the day, I try to let Phil know just how active his little boy is being. I know he likes these updates. And so when the little man started getting crazy, I decided he needed to witness the action firsthand.
Please excuse the dog hair on my shirt. There seems to be dog hair on absolutely everything I own (stupid puppy coat just won't finish falling out). And ignore my coworkers in the background.
12 and a half weeks still to go. Things are going to get real crazy when he gets even bigger.