No big news.

No adoption, no new teeth, no traffic jams on the way to day care, no new words, no new tricks. Perhaps a little more hair.

Just a nice morning with my little guy who felt particularly snuggly because he got to wear long sleeves and fuzzy pants for the first time this fall. Aunt Sissy thinks he even gave me a hug, though I swear he was just trying to eat my shoulder and climb over it at the same time. Still, I’ll take it.

What you mean, no new tricks?

What you mean, no new tricks?

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