(Backup) Eleven months!

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James is well past eleven months. He’s almost one... 😬 so before the big 1-2 creeps up on me, let’s talk 11 months.


He loves chanting “momma” and sometimes “dada”. That’s the extent of his talking for now. 


He makes up for it in moving though. James is into everything. He crawls everywhere, walks along side furniture while holding on, and gets into all the baby locks. He’s talented.


❤️











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