At nearly eight weeks, I am a sweet, happy baby. I like to make a lot of noise, but not through crying. I make squeaky noises when I sleep, slurpy mmms while I eat, and now coos when I say hello to my family.
And now I am a guy on the move.
These feet are for kicking -- kicking off my blanket is a new fun game.
And I dance like big Sis -- this is my cabbage patch
and my white man's over bite. I can roll myself on my side with this dance!
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