Here is the cutie at the center of my heart:
And the cause of my heart attacks:
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Ky said, "Look, Corrine. Look what Kosse's doing!" I looked over and he was STANDING on this! |
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I went into the bathroom this morning and Kosse was on top of the toy box with a look of "just hanging out, standing up here, moma!" |
Yesterday, after I had ran and grabbed him from the highly unstable music table, he stood there with knee bent, foot ready to climb again once I looked away. Of course, he does this all with those dimples, curls and smiling so big at moma!