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... of a tough guy

Abram has looked extraordinarily cute recently. No, it's not because of the constant flow of snot running down his face or his new haircut or the fact that he is finally kinda fitting into 12 month pants (the pair of Levi's he had on yesterday were too super adorable), it's because of this little guy on his nose:


Maybe I'm crazy, but this little scratch makes him look so tough and grown up to me. Now, I probably shouldn't take away from this illusion by telling you that he did it to himself while he was sleeping (what are you, a newborn?), but regardless, I think it makes him look too cute.

He's been wanting to play outside a lot more recently.


He's even trying to say "outside" when he points to the backyard and his swing. At least, I think he's trying to say "outside". It sounds like "ah die", which sounds a lot like his "all done" ("ah duh") and his "and that" when he points at random things ("ah dat"). But there are definite differences in each babble, so I think he's trying to say those different things.

When he finally looses interest in "ah die" because Mommy keeps saying "Not right now, buddy", we move on to a rousing game of peek-a-boo with the curtain.






What a funny kid. Love him.

Oh! And Abram and I are going on a last minute trip to Colorado next week to visit Nana (and Papa, who is here doing housework right now and gets extra Abram time). We are having some things fixed in our house including water damage in a wall in our living room that could reveal mold and the whole process is going to be pretty loud and nap-disturbing. So we got buddy passes from my uncle who flies for Frontier for $60 and we leave Sunday and get back Thursday if we can get on the flights we want. It's actually kind of fun to be able to be that spontaneous.
We just found out that Abram has bronchitis (again) and will be on antibiotics for it, so hopefully the plane ride won't cause him to get different sick because his good bacteria count is down. Yo Baby will be our friend these next few days, I suppose.

Hope you are all more well than us. Have a good weekend!

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