Cool, me too.
Now I will perform a magic trick--watch me swallow this wooden toy!
Hmmm. . . it worked so well with the remote control. Oh, well.
On to my next adorable project--seeing what I can grab that I'm not supposed to, using my newfound pre-crawling skills.
I think I'm turning Vietnamese I really think so.
Here's my latest gift from dad.
Is it a gift if he just took it out of the dishwasher?
Looks like it'll be a long disappointing life of birthdays.
I'm passively resisting, like a white Ghandi.
Just wait till I can get up (looks like it should be soon.) Be afraid, people.
I know, I look so sweet and innocent. . .
. . . or am I?
I know my diaper ain't so sweet right now.
Not sweet-smelling, anyway!
Don't worry, though, I don't have to deal with it! Life is good when you're a baby, man.
My look-du-jour: "Mr. Wise Guy"
And I'll leave you with the look that always gets the ladies: "Master McCutie." This one's for you, Baba and Grammy.
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