Little man loves to read in his room. He pulls down the bin and pulls all his books out.
That hair cracks me up. When he gets hot, it curls up in the back and over his ears.
Walking with his lovie. He never takes his lovie out of his crib, but this evening he'd pulled it through the slats.
Eye to eye with Kona
Come here you, book!
How'd that big belly get there? Notice the carnage of stuffed animals. We call them bunkimals for some reason. We even have a song we sing about them. Bunkimals on patrol...
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