I see J's two front teeth coming through. He's a bit red-cheeked and drooly, but not too grumpy. Cuddlier than usual and such, but he is generally being quite good-natured. Or maybe I'm just used to his moods now.
He sits in my lap as I type this. I tickle his tummy. He laughs. I stop tickling him. He slams the keyboard tray with his foot and screams.
It's the J show, folks. All tickles, all the time.
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It's attention time for J. He won't have it any other way. Oh my God, that rhymes.
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