He looked up . . . and melted my heart.
He walks now. E.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e.
Backwards down the slide is the way to go.
He chooses to dance. I'm learning to dance along.
Kisses. They are just that sweet.
He signs. Yes, sign language. Cutest way to communicate - ever.
He's currently seeking employment as a "laundry re-organizer." Will consider "rubbermaid re-arranger" as an alternative.
He still bites. With love. It still hurts.
E.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. goes into the toilet. Hang on to your shoes if you stop by. We're currently drying out the Ipod.
Temper tantrums. Oh, boy.
And still . . . my heart's in a puddle.
2 comments:
Ummm...who's iPod!? Oops.
And yes, he is definitely a puddler.
Interestingly, that is the first question everyone has asked when they learn of the drowned Ipod. Alas, poor Carra was the victim.
It's a good thing he's cute . . .
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