In another week the Big D will be 17 months old. Certainly not a baby any longer (thought we all still call him 'Baby Desmond') as he's nearly three feet tall and weighs about 30 pounds. Sometimes I come into a room to find him sitting on top of the coffee table. Sometimes he tries to surf the rocking chair in his room. Sometimes we have to call the pediatrician as Baby D has fallen off the sofa, run into a wall or otherwise stricken terror into my heart. Mostly, though he is crazy cute and loves to read books, dance and play hide and seek.