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I was folding laundry and looked over to see Clara picking her brother up by herself. I probably should have spent more time telling her not to pick up her brother and less time snapping pictures, but oh well.

Here he is hoarding all of his giraffes. Clara is already taking his toys away from him and whining because she wants a giraffe. I inform her that she has a toy giraffe, or two, but of course they aren't good enough. She wants a giraffe like Roberts. Oy. And so it begins.

I need to record a couple of Robert's firsts now so I can put them in his baby book later. He had his first fall on Saturday off Clara's bed (my bad). And he rolled from back to front on Sunday.