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A Few Good Pics

We babysat Mr. Oliver yesterday so his parents could have a break, which is the joy of being grandparents. The boy is constantly on the move; out of the 39 pictures we took about 90% were blurry. Here's a few that weren't:

He's also very curious and lightning-fast. His mother and I figure we have a month or two to childproof both our houses before he starts walking and can get into, well, everything.

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nightsmusic said…
I can't get over how darned cute he it! But you can see it in his eyes, he's just waiting for total mobility... ;)
April 30, 2020 at 9:06 AM
Maria Zannini said…
He has the prettiest eyes! I don't envy you when he starts walking. You guys will never sleep! Don't forget to look for those sharp edges and put bumpers on them. Sometime it seemed my niece's baby was actually aiming for those.
April 30, 2020 at 8:26 PM
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