18 months and then some...
The babe, and yes, I still call him my baby, could run from one side of the coffee table to the other all day, tossing toys to the other side or pulling all the cushions off the couch. It's like it's his "job." Everyone says it, but I really do wonder what he's thinking. It can be his little secret though, that's just fine with me.
2 comments:
He is adorable! I still call mine "baby" at age 12. It won't ever change for you or for me.
kisses to you G,xox
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