Brandon learned to walk and talk (and run and climb).
First birthday! Brandon turns one. The cake is not a hit (with him, at least).
We take a family trip to Kansas City. Brandon is a menace, but he's so damn cute that I can't stay mad.
Brandon is our little deejay. He switches out CDs, turns on the iPod, and dances to "Blurred Lines."
We visit Washington in September. We announce that Brandon is going to be a big brother.
Brandon loves animals. He rides a pony at daycare, pets the goats at the Pumpkin Patch.
We find out our future child is another boy! We all rejoice.
Shortly after this costume viking hat, I buy him a knit viking hat. Brandon is adorable as a viking.
First time trick-or-treating! He loves going from house to house.
Brandon wins "best dressed most dapper boy ever" award (in my mind).
For the first time, we spend Christmas morning together in our own home. We're creating our own family traditions and memories. Steve and I realize we're grown ups now. No turning back.