Each day I come home and want to see the boy who is my son. Interesting in that he is just starting to focus and know who I am. He does recognize the voice. My voice is somewhat unique. I am sitting upstairs while Anne gets some much needed and much deserved rest. He spent some time in the very nice gift from uncle bob parrish. He bought us a very nice swing and a baby bjiorne. Thanks bob!
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