You are the wind in my sails, kid. You're almost 9 whole months old, and one million percent amazing. You have a smile that could end wars and the temper that could start them. You're standing on your own now, if only for just a few seconds. You say ma-mom and da-da. You have 4 teeth that have popped up, and unless you're just messing with me by screaming in the middle of the night, I'd say you have more on the way. We cal you, "Coe baby, Rooster, Ros-co-co, and Red"
You adore everyone and just about everything. & we adore you.
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