Boy, have you become a little tornado of energy and action. It seems you leave a path of destruction in your wake most of the time. You make me tired and you make me wish for the day when you will be able to clean up after yourself (willfully or not). I try to teach you to pick things up, but then you smile and find more things to leave all over the floor. Oh well. You're just so cute, it's hard to get too frustrated. You love to be active, you love to be curious, and you love to be loved. Your hugs melt your mommy instantly.
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