The joys of spaghetti sauce. This boy can put away the pasta (he is his mother's son, after all). The messier, the better!
The joys of grass stains. The first big lawn mow of the spring and Bee was out with Grandpa G watching daddy mow the lawn and crawling through freshly mowed grass.
The joys of the park. Not sure what to do with the playground equipment yet, but the understanding of a swing, a teeter-totter and a big sandbox is instinctual.
The joys of being naked. Also instinctual. And who knew a crawler could be so fast without a diaper on (photo of naked baby crawling across the floor not shown).
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