We ate lots of yummy South Western tapas that Grandmom made, and then you built really high block towers with Grandmom and cuddled with Grandmapa on the stairs during one of your stair-chats.
You're starting to transfer nicely between the car and home - staying asleep until we get to the stairs to the second floor where you somehow sense where you are and beg to get down to walk up yourself. Cutie patootie...
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