It seems that every day Finn sees to be a little better at getting around. He is spending less time on his belly and more on his knees. It seems that nothing stands in the way of where he wants to go. Piles of folded laundry, pillows, baskets, his boppy, ottomans, you name it, he climbs on it. whatever he can reach he pulls himself up on. It is amazing to watch him grow but everyday that he gets better is another day that he gets bigger. He turned 7 months last week. I still remember his wrinkled little chicken legs from long ago. Only now the wrinkles have turned into rolls. Rolls so thick and plump you could eat them for Thanksgiving. The best part is when he climbs on me and stops to snuggle.
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