he's talking up a storm: truck, yo (as in yo gabba gabba), agua, a-b-c, two (or possibly to...or too), dadda, wow, all done, and i'm sure there are more but i'm forgetting them now.
he walks up to us all the time and gives us hugs around our legs.
he brings us bowls from the cart in the kitchen. we say thanks and he walks away, delighted. then does it again. and again.
he babbles and then suddenly stops and throws his head back and laughs.
he loves buttons, remote controls, the stereo, cell phones, alarm clocks, microwaves...
and of course, trucks. books about trucks, truck toys, truck youtube videos, the garbage man, and firetrucks. in the car he spends most of his time looking for trucks.
truck! truck! truck! he says.
and g's proudest moment: tonight he passed gas in the tub and then giggled.
all photos are iphone pictures enhanced with the shake it photo app
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