I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky.I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky.I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky.I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky.I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky. I'm not clucky.
I'm not. Babies suck. They cry and shit and dribble on themselves. But man Andrew was pretty cute. He had one of those toys with a round bottom that won't fall over and he was getting annoyed with it being constantly perky. So he spun round on the floor and cornered it with his feet while he played with a more compliant toy. Clever kid.
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Nothing says love like your friend's partially digested breast milk all over your shoulder.
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1812277&l=a45d5&id=523227805
Ewwwww....
hehehe! He's gorgeous....babies are addictive
Cluck. Cluck. Cluck.
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