Dear Baby Trip,
Baby boy can bounce! Something clicked this week and you have gone from a bounce here and there in the giant-plastic-contraptions-of-fun to big ole' purposeful bouncies, complete with requisite sounds of glee. The bouncing seems to have made an impression on your memory, and you continued to bounce on my lap, on the floor and wherever else your feet landed for the rest of the day.
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