Auron's now crawling, sitting up on his own, and saying "Dada." I don't think he knows what it means, but it still makes me sad, because "Dada" spends about 1/10 the amount of time with him that I do... if that. He spends a grand total of 2-3 hours a day with him. Lame.
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Auron loves his John Deere Keys, and his cousin's Packers hat. A midwestern boy.
Auron and his Nonni (grandma) Shelley.
Great Grandpa Horsie holding Auron
He's such a happy boy.
His first cereal.
Gage is pretty sloppy when it comes to the whole feeding thing.
"You know I'm cute."
Lipstick kisses on babies are awesome.
First night in the "Big-Boy Bed" (i.e., the crib)
Auron is just plain bad-ass.
Straight up gangsta, yo.
Thuggin' out with Aunt Sara
Playing with his Great-Great (yes, that's right) Grandma Ruby.
He fell asleep playing in the yard. Sunshine has a way of doing that to him.
Playing with Uncle Toddie.
"Peace out, yo."
And one more:
That's right, I'm on a horse.