Milkies anyone? Anyone??

"Hey, you know where I can't get some milkies?"

I have begun weening Mr. Brady. Let's just say he isn't the biggest fan of this process, but the boy can't be a boob man forever (Jeff would like to add that one can ALWAYS be a boob man). We are now down to morning and night only. This is an adjustment in our routine. Now when I lay Brady in his crib he grabs my arms and holds on for dear life. It breaks my heart. I might add that he is impressively strong. He's got one hell of a death grip.

Other news:

Brady began PT at Children's last week. It is going great. Brady gets quite a workout. He's requested a fuel belt and some gel packs for Christmas. He said if this training continues he's going to need to ensure that he has ample fuel and hydration. I guess I know what to put in his stocking! We are focusing on keeping his hips tight and rocking on his hands and knees. Today Brady felt more like dancing and shaking his tail feather. I think he's preparing for his raging New Years par-tay. The boy has some moves. He also took 6 steps in a row on the treadmill. WHOAA!!

Brady now signs "hat." His list of signs is growing by the minute. This kid is impressive!! He must have good parents. :)