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Oh, well. I love it still. It sure will be fun to tease him with later. (P.S. Brian thinks I am creepy for wanting to recreate Trevor's outfit for the next 17 years, kinda like the monthly crib photos, only at Christmas time. He just looks so cute in his Chuck Taylor's, khakis, and blue button up! I agree it is kinda creepy...but still think it would be fun.)
Here we are at 10 months! Trevor is constantly talking in his deep little voice. Who knows what he is saying. He is probably scolding the dog like his mama. He has become fearless in his pursuit to motor about, and has consequently ended up with a few bumps and bruises. He is even starting to throw temper fits when he doesn't get his ways. Oh, joy.



