Friday, July 1, 2011

Time flies. Babies grow.


11 months.
My babbling,
so-bigging,
waving,
clapping, dancing, 
peek-a-booing, 
standing, 
cackling
flirting, loving little guy.

You melt my heart with your warm grins, 
shock me with your sharp, dramatic cries,
you speak through your eyes.
make me laugh with your eclectic dancing skills
and win me over with your sweet energy.

You are so fun to love, baby boy.

[Some words from the boy: Dada, Baba, Jack(son), Nana, Ma]

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