He was walking up to the baby toy on the couch, pushing a button so it would play music, walking back to his "seat", and clapping when the music finished, over and over again.
He only wants to be in a photo if he wasn't the intended subject matter...
Payne spends more time in the playpen than Genevieve does. This is entirely voluntary.
Bench seats are for babies. Real men squash themselves into available cargo space.
She has no interest in toys, unless they happen to be in her brother's room.
Really?
(FYI. It's not Genevieve's fault her ensemble is a little whacked here. I tucked her dress into her bloomers so she could crawl around.)
And the finale. I walked by Payne's room at 10:30 at night to find this:
Alright. Who has been teaching my kid the finer points of dorm room etiquette?! THERE WILL BE BLOOD.
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