I really like this picture of Cullen. He's getting in a battalion of teeth right now, and you can see them if you look really, really close. He's also beginning to talk ("ba-ba-ba"), to eat buffer solid foods, and crawling isn't far off.
The other day we had this conversation:
Cullen: Screeetch, eeeeeeep, ba-ba-ba!! (Or something like that.)
Me: Hahaha!
Cullen: Hahaha!
Cheryl: Ken, don't play with him during mealtime!
Me: He started it!
Ahhh, good times.
Speaking of good times, I recorded the 1976 version of "King Kong" that was playing on TV the other night...

This was a favorite boyhood movie. I think I may have even seen it in the theater (I would've been 6 years old); I definitely owned the King Kong lunch box. As I watched the ending of it the other day, I thought to myself - "Hey, that's just a guy in a big ape suit!" And there were a few unrealistic moments (just a few) in which Kong climbed up the World Trade Center, balancing his weight on the same arm with which he was carrying Faye Dunaway, and yet she was unharmed. But my disappointment gave way to emotion as King Kong was filled with bullet holes by the US military helicopters. Very, very sad.