As Harrison grew up I forgot all the little things I love about having a little baby. Now Jefferson is reminding me of those sweet little things.
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I love the sweet coos and huge smiles he makes when he sees me coming to pick him up. I love the big open mouth slippery kisses. I love the way he feels when I cuddle him in fuzzy jammies. I love his pudgy little hands squeezing around my finger.
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I love how his eyes follow my every move. I love the way he smells right after his bath. I love rubbing his little arms and legs with baby lotion. I love his soft hair and kissing his little button nose. I love every minute with "Jeff Baby" as I know all too well how quickly babies grow up.
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