Jeremy: Mommy, a perrson, a perrson!
Jeremy excitely pointing to a board book page with lots of presents.
Mom: oh, a present!
Jeremy: Can I have a perrson?
Mom: but it is not your birthday...
Jeremy: Can you have a perrson?
Mom: You ARE my present. You are my present from God.
Jeremy: You are my perrson, mom.
Mom: awh...so sweet. Yes, you are mommy's present, and mommy's your perrson.
Here are a few pictures at the park.
Maybe he's bored with the park and playground, maybe he's just that kinda guy, nowadays, this little guy would just lay down on the grass and read his book rather than running around and playing on the slides or climbing...

Definitely a foodie, he saw the food and drink prohibited sign in the park, where there had been squirrels biting kids with food incidents, he kept telling me that was a cheeseburger...heehehe...

Doing DA move...

Still loves the swing the most...but he's getting big now...

Facing off with a fat baby....

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