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Hank loves rocks, he likes looking at them, touching them, picking them up, hell, he'll eat them if we don't catch him in time. Here he's taken one from a meticulously landscaped spot at the park and he's running with it. Sorry bud, you still can't keep it.
His love affair with inanimate objects expands to include the telephone. Talking on the phone is one of his favorite games. Confidential to the baby in the picture: your ear is a little to the left.

We had some time to kill at UNLV a few weeks ago, so we stalked one of our librarian friends. Where, you may well ask? In his natural habitat the library of course! I didn't let the baby eat any of the books in the reference section. Pinkie swear.
This looks like a boy who knows how to party. Come on in babes, it's five o'clock somewhere.

As far as I understand, calling his father by his first name and people watching from our little balcony is pretty much what he does all afternoon while I'm at work. He looks like he's having a pretty good time of it.We put a hat on the baby to protect his translucent pale skin from the harsh desert sun whenever he goes outside. Now when he wants to go out, he hands his daddy his hat like the dog bringing his leash sweet, intelligent child that we all know him to be.Hank and I will be up in the PNW this weekend. Give us a holler if you want to hang out.