And, melt...
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Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Jimmy says "baby owl".
I feel like Jimmy went through a language "explosion" when we were in Florida last month over spring break. And his words just keep on coming at 17 months old. This morning, when I got him out of his crib, he picked up a stuffed owl and said "baby". I replied, "Yes Jimmy, that's a baby owl. Whoooo-whooooo!". Sweet Jimmy then said, "Baby owl. Whoooo!".
And, melt...
And, melt...
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