My little Narcissus
This is a daily (or at least biweekly) occurrence. Boaz really likes that cute baby he keeps seeing in our closet, but he can never find him. He keeps trying to make contact. I just can't think of why he'd be so interested in him. Perhaps it's the mystery of who he is, or how he always manages to disappear just when he thinks he's got him.
9 months and dancing. Took him long enough.
Just in case you were wondering what he's looking at behind me, it's the windows media player laser/light show that is on the screen whenever WMP plays a song. It's mesmerizing.
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