A baby in search of books, catalogs, or stray Christmas cards and letters to eat. At least Cami generally spits out and hands us the little gooey wads of paper we didn't even realize she was chewing. I guess at least she recognizes that this is not food.
When do baby nicknames start to stick? I can't seem to lean toward a specific choice yet. So far, I'm pretty evenly split between Sweetie, Chewy, Punkin, Jiggy-Baby, and Muffin-Man. Hmmm.
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