Baby H. and Cousin K. between conference sessions.
What a General Conference feast. D.H. made French Toast, I made apple strudel, my sisters made Czech soup, salsa, salad, smoothies, and Grandpa Jerry made Muffaletta and homemade doughnuts.
I took pictures out the window of the car on our way to my brother's house. We live in a beautiful place.
He can sit up, (although he topples often) and he can roll from one side of a room to the other, and he can eat peas, pears, bananas, rice, and potato. He still doesn't like a bottle, and hasn't drunk from one yet.
