
"Come here, Mommy, I want to eat your face!"

"You can keep me in this little seat now, but I'm gonna be crawling around here in no time."


"How do you like the flower in my hair? Mommy picked it when we were out at the mailbox and put it in my hair!"

"Look, No hands!"

"Ok, maybe one hand...in my mouth!"

"Hey, I can look up at you from down here now too."
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