Between taking his first steps and finding his little tongue (which is now almost constantly sticking out of his mouth) he has become even more precious to me. My sweet boy is still one of the happiest kids on the planet, cheerfully accompanying me on many trips to the grocery store, to church, and anywhere else he can find people to smile at.
By now he's had time to wrap his grandparents firmly around his little finger, as well as his aunts and uncles. Even Uncle Greg, the most hesitant of uncles to jump into the babysitting thing, has changed a diaper this weekend on his visit to Temple. (Ok, maybe he just helped Aunt Courtney change the diaper, but that still counts.)
Love you more than ever, baby. Happy eleventh.
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