Get down on the floor and play with that little rascal. Put him in the stroller and take him on a walk. Tickle him. Make some funny sounds and faces. You will both be glad you did.
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They say a person’s nose never stops growing – when you post a pic like this, it’s easy to see! Have been following your comments on Hotspur’s blog for months, don’t know why I didn’t wander over here earlier. I might stick around for a bit, whatta you think?
I am touched, honored, and not a little aroused!
Tickle? I hate tickling. But I’ll try it again. It’s been at least 20 years since I was tortured beyond breath. Maybe I won’t kill again.
You can’t die from tickling yourself…scientific fact.
I’m with you. Though I have to say, that baby is much much cuter than that other guy.
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Hey, they are genetically designed to be cute.
That they are. It’s an unfair evolutionary advantage if you ask me.
Never get in a cuteness competition with a baby…