You were on the bench hanging out with daddy when I got home.
Who wouldn't want to rush home to this welcoming committee?
You are seven months old today and wanting to be Mr. Independent. I was feeding you peas and you grabbed the spoon and pushed it into your mouth. I started laughing and so you started laughing. You realized this must be charming, so you started doing it about every third bite. You were squealing and laughing the whole way through. I was laughing, too, because you were being so cute. I think peas might be your favorite food!
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