Happy Valentines...

Dinner is prepped, the baby is sleeping, and the house smells like chocolate chip cookies and sweet potatoes.  Unfortunately, it's already 7pm and Frank is stuck at work because of a "suspicious package" at the front gate of the base.  It is okay because we'll probably watch The Bachelor later, and he won't complain.  I love him...and feel blessed.  Happy 5 months Bradley and Happy Valentines Day.

She LOVES to stand and jump (with assistance of course).

I'm not sure why her hands look purple--He wasn't hurting her, I promise.