My little baby is turning in to a big terror. He's a crawling machine that recently learned how to pull himself up.
He's in to everything and if I thought I didn't get much rest before, it's worse now.
He sprouted several new teeth since Barcelona, he now has six.
Soon, he won't be a baby anymore.
And? We're still fighting The Garmisch Gurgles.
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