I have been "out" as long as I was "in".
I still have grey eyes.
Mommy doesn't let me play with her glasses or bite her or pull her hair as much as she used to. (This is mostly Daddy's doing).
I occasionally wave "hello" and "goodbye".
I like to be carried around and see the world.
I like to feed myself.
I like kale.
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Cameron-even though you do an 'excellent' job feeding your self, there's this wonderful invention called a "BIB"--you might want to let your Mom in on this secret.... you are getting to be such a big boy-won't be long til we see you---love Grandma Dene
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