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| I have been absolutely buried in work this week, and I haven't been able to be as interactive with Beck. Fortunately for me, he keeps himself busy and doesn't normally get into things he shouldn't. However, this morning, he was in the living room by himself for a few minutes watching Thomas the Tank Engine (he's obsessed with trains lately). I came around the corner to check on him and saw him sitting on the coffee table (which he knows he's not allowed to do). I don't even know how he got up there to sit like this. He was saying, "Choo Choo...Choo Choo!!" And then when he saw me, he put his hands up like he knew he was caught! Haha!
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| ...except the "other guy" is a big concrete slab, so I'm pretty sure he's doing just fine. Yesterday, while Beck was playing with some sidewalk chalk at grandma and grandpa's, he fell over (face-first) into some concrete. He's doing just fine, and he seriously doesn't even care at all that his face looks like the product of a UFC match. I think it makes him feel tough. I'm sure this is just the first of many to come...(but it still makes a momma feel sad).
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