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Where's that baby?

There he is! Just absolutely could not resist sharing this with you all! Leo is surprising us every day with his big heart, and yes, totally goofy personality. There ain't a single thing wrong with this kid, and I really couldn't care less what those darn scans say. He's got all he needs.


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  1. He's precious! My little guy is about Leo's age. Thanks for all the smiles right before I head to bed... and the reminder to thank God tonight for all he gives us, especially these moments which are more valuable than all the gold in the world.

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  2. oh he is sooooooo cute, love how his personality shines through in this video. His smile is precious.

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  3. beautiful movie. beautiful boy. beautiful family. beautiful story. beautiful god.

    celebrating his birthday with you -

    Aram

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  4. that is awesome! object permanence is so funny! :-)

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  5. He is so stinking, stinking adorable! :) He is precious. Thanks for sharing. That really was cute. :)
    Tina

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  6. What a special little guy! Made me giggle each and every time :-) Thanks, I needed that!

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  7. He is so adorable! I loved watching this.

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