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... of the complete birthday haul



Nana and Papa are coming into town tonight with the end of Abram's birthday presents. And then we will be done. He doesn't understand the concept of presents (or unwrapping), but he sure enjoys new stuff... uh oh.

Oo! Speaking of "uh-oh", Abram is now saying it perfectly clear. He mastered the "oh" sound the other day and is now calling Obie "Oh". Very cute.

Here are some pictures of Abram enjoying his birthday stash:

An alphabet book from Uncle Allan, Aunt Pam, Larissa, and Andrea

Balloon from Sam, Jenny, and Chloe Kwon
and
car from Grandma Gae and Bopa Scott

Super neat nursery rhyme book from Grandpa Dan and Grandma Barbara

Money from Grandpa and Grandma Ward

Target gift card from Aunt Liesl and Uncle Eric

Money from neighbors Robert, Sharon, and Blake :)

Sock Monkey from Uncle Dean, Aunt Cindy, Larson, and Olivia

This kid got way more presents than we had planned. But he loves them all! Thank you to all of our wonderful family members and friends who were so generous to our bug.

And here are a few pictures from the end of Grandma Gae and Bopa Scott's visit when we went to Central Market.


That happy bug gets even more grandparent love this week! What will he do when they all leave? Mommy is not half as entertaining as all these wonderful people. Guess he'll have to deal.

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