James is starting to say marshmallow...that can't be a good sign. He hardly says anything, and 'marshmallow'?
Today we were driving home after a long morning. Thatcher was pretending to sleep, but when I handed James a marshmallow, his hand shot out. I was pretty impressed with his ability to reach for and eat a marshmallow with his eyes closed. He cracks me up.
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