My sweet baby boy grew up a bit.
He still needed his naps.
He still wanted to be carried, too.
He was very curious.
He was very anxious to go swimming.
He watched his very first movie and was hip with his 3D glasses.
He played with his brother but still made a big mess on his shirt.
But the biggest change of the whole week is that he kicked the bottle. That's right, folks, this sweet red-headed doll no longer takes a bottle. You might think that I would be really happy about that and the formula savings is a plus, but deep down, I'm really sad.
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