We finally got to seee the last of Grandpa Gardner's animals from his safari hunt. Sorry for the poor picture quality, but this is the big Kudu that he killed and is now up on Uncle Bruce's wall.
Where have these past two years gone? Seems like only yesterday I was on the boob and sitting in my Bumbo. I'm older and wiser now and I've now moved on to sippy cups and booster seats, afternoon naps and sandbox time, but I'm still that same carefree, idealistic guy who thinks the world is my oyster. Sure, I'm a little jaded from life, but don't let these hard edges fool you. I'm still that lovable guy at heart and still love to bang on my drums, eat meat and watch Choo-choo. I am always up for a playdate and some playground time. Big slides don't scare me, so don't be afraid as I climb the tower and launch down the twists. After all, I'm a big boy and I wear big boy undies.
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