Which, in case you're not a two-year old, can be translated as "Grandma, Grandpa, Tate and Riley."
And speaking of two year olds, I seriously laughed until I cried reading {this blog post} by my friend Julia. Or maybe I was just crying.
Because sometimes two-year olds make you cry (because sometimes they are the worst.)
But for real. I tried to read it aloud to Travis and had to take these big, steadying, gasping breaths after every sentence because I was losing it.
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Hmm. These pictures look all grainy and pixely and terrible. I better check my PS settings...
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