I’m not one to brag or anything, but just wanted to let y’all know that I’ve absolutely, positively mastered the tackle. And it certainly doesn’t hurt that Cooper is completely cooperative… The second he sees me coming, he pulls himself into fetal position, likely to protect himself from my madness. Our favorite time to wrestle is after bath time in the crib. Boy, do we have fun (well, I do at least).

On another note, mom had the nerve to let the doctor inject us with the chicken pox 2 weeks ago (ok, it was the chicken pox vaccine, but we all know that it entails giving us a bit of the chicken pox to build up an immunity!). Regardless, Coop and I both came down with a mild form of the pox this week. They say that only 5% of kids who get the vaccine come down with a mild form… and lo and behold – we both did. Coop’s was a little worse than mine, but honestly not much to complain about. The biggest bummer of it all is that we are contagious and can’t hang around our buds for a little while.

Oh well. I guess that just means I’ll have to tackle Cooper for a few more days until i can take down someone else’s kid.

Hut 1, hut 2, HUUUT!
Quinn