He’s going to walk soon.  I just know it. He’s furniture surfing, a term which made me crack up when I first heard it. Next thing you know he’ll be kicking a soccer ball around a field and Granny will be yelling his name.

Or he’ll be an artist.  I haven’t decided yet.

Either way he’s be my boy. My baby. Well my Grandbaby as Maggie likes to remind me. Seems like semantics to me.

I adore him so much.

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