I look at him these days and my breath catches in my throat. He's officially a boy rather than the baby I tend to see him as. He likes to burp and toot and watch sports. He wants to be in the business whenever adults are talking or hanging out. He reads everything he can get his hands on. He answers the phone and then tries to pinpoint who's on the other line without being told (yes, he insisted a telemarketer was Grandma).
Even with all these words, there's no way I can accurately do him justice. So here's a picture instead.
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