...kicking your Mom's butt in poker (Wendy you still owe me $128.50).




Mom wrote your name in the sand.






There's nobody cuter.

Holy shit...life is crazy.
I often think about writing here, but time is so, so limited.

I just re-read a couple of past posts, and realized I haven't posted for four or five months. Time flys.

Here's the skinny:

Coop you are starting to walk. Well not really. You take a couple of steps and then fall. You are hillarious. I can't wait until you can talk, because I really want to hear you take on the economy, and the current status of the country. Just kidding...we'll start small.

You are growing up so fast. Already off baby food, stumbling around...and you have a birthday in a few days. Wendy is planning you a suprise party. Should be fun. I hope to get some pics posted for you.

What else is happening? You have a little brother or sister coming in October. Have any good names picked out? Wendy thinks Cooperman II would be good for a boy, but there's only one Cooperman.

I love you.

Smile...today could be your last.