A blog dedicated to the first child of Ken and Meg Wilson, Gardner P. Wilson.
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So....in case you haven't checked my "Muses" blog today, I want to share some news with you....
...or rather, Gardner wants to share some news with you.
That's right. He's going to be the big brother soon. We are giddy!
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What a weekend it's been already! First of all, we were able to welcome another baby into our group of friends and home group. Lucas Danner Alexander was born on Friday, and he is precious! See pictures at the Alexander's baby blog . Gardner also got his first fork and spoon set, chunky grips for little fingers. We are beginning to show him how he can scoop up or pierce his food, and then bring it to his mouth. We are also gung-ho on transitioning him totally to cup so that we can ditch bottles at one year. So far, so good.....although cups are a lot messier for him right now until he gets the hang of it.... Let's just say that I strip him down to a diaper when it's mealtime! Last of all, Gardner took his FIRST STEP yesterday!!! Ken and I were both watching the action unfold as he played in the den, television on a strange little show called Oobi (we still can't figure out whether or not we like that show). He started dancing with his arms, standing in place....the...
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