Smiling for Auntie Meredith. Finally they brought out six of these balls I have in my hand. That was the best way for me and Reza to get along. There had to be enough of the toy for us each to have one.
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Now that I have hit the big "1" I decided it was time to present myself as being a bit more mature. That is why I have decided to create this new Blog. In it you may have the oppurtunity to hear me talk about the many trials and tribulations of a small man. Topics will include: The end of breast feeding, learning to walk, figuring out how to say Da Da, and the eventual arrival of a sibling. Enjoy!
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