Drool baby
Chewing on hand....
.....or bumbo......
......or hand hehe
All smiles
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
2 comments:
He is such a cutie!!
Sweet Boy... I'm about ready for another Trevor Fix and its only been since Saturday! LOL. Did you set up the Jumperoo yet? I love the last picture, it actually looks more like him than some of the others... which sounds funny beacuse they are all pictures of him, so you know what I mean!
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