The lighting was against us. The grass was itchy. And Mav wouldn't stop moving.
Yet it was a lovely time. Mavrick was in good spirits and as giggley as can be.
And we just spent some time outside.
Mav is now nearly crawling, loves to stand, try to walk, and bounce; and his eyes now are a pale green in the center of all that blue.
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