Dear Arveragus, You put-up with the beach pretty well. Sand on you face, in your rolls, and on my nipples. I keep you covered, and though you have a slight tan, no burns on your tender baby skin. I continue to embarrass myself by bragging to all who will listen about how big and strong you are. For instance--your feet are the same size as 11 month old Abbey Nelson's, you can roll around the floor at will, and you are grabbing at toys and mouthing them a full month earlier than the charts say you should. I have to brag!!
love,
mamma
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