You are drinking out of bottles. It is your favorite. You try to grab every bottle in sight. You are such a little mover. You army crawl everywhere. You love rolling around. You now are aware of me and when you get upset when someone is holding you, you search for me. After they hand you over you are in a much better mood, and still wiling to play as long as I am holding you. I have waited forever to be someone's person, and I cannot be happier! I love you little man.
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