Hi, I'm the big boy on campus. I still sleep with my Mom because it's the coziest place around. Also, she is Milk. I can say "Dada" but when I need Mom, I just sign "milk" with my little hand. It's like magic. Enough about milk; I've been eating shredded chicken for almost three days now and I can feed myself. It's just as exciting as it sounds. I do have six teeth, afterall.
Also, my sister's hair? I love it! She's swings her pigtails my way and starts talking about something and telling me "No, no. . . " and I just can't help myself: one fistful of that hair and the afternoon really gets interesting!
So many universal baby truths in this :-)
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