We went out to dinner last night at this quiet little Italian restaurant and I didn't think we were going to be able to leave because all the waitresses kept flirting with Andrew...and I mean all of them. They kept playing pee-a-boo around corners and tickling him and went we got up to leave, one asked to hold him. So, by the time we got home, he was exhausted from so much flirting. We took a long bath--and boy, was he wound up! Squealing and babbling and showing off his teeth. Here are a few of the pictures we took at bathtime.
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