My little boy is starting to talk so much lately. And although he is at the stage where only Chad and I (and more often then us, Lauren) can understand him-he really is getting quit a vocabulary. He is to dang cute for words. Today I was walking up the stairs to put him down for his nap. All the way up the stairs and down the hall he was yelling "Orin (Lauren) elp me! elp me Orin! Peese elp me!" Poor kid. Naps are tough when you are two. Not getting them is tough when you are 29.