Mommy, Daddy and I flew down to California this weekend to attend a memorial for dear Uncle Monty. I was very good on the plane ride down, but not so much on the plane ride back up. The people in front of us were very impressed with mommy's library of songs. Mommy had to sing a lot to me. A lot. Really. A lot. Daddy did, too. And Daddy read lots of books to me. Well, it was more like the same 2 books over and over again.
Here are pictures of me with Mommy, Grandpa and Grandma in the pool. I really dig the pool!
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