I call him "crazy legs". All throughout my pregnancy he was kicking me in the ribs. I would sit there at night and see his little feet trying to break through. Now that he is out, he kicks all day long, and recently has learned how to grab his feet, and tries to tame them, wild crazy animals! The best toys! Maybe he will be a dancer, like his grandma Carolyn, or a track star like his Aunt Christy, or just an ass-kicker, like his daddy. GO CRAZY LEGS!
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