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I like the drooling at the beginning of this one. It's all downhill from there. This isn't my favourite Magurobashi movie, but it will have to do. I can't take the pressure any more. We haven't put anything up on the blog in over a week and Tammi has been accusing me of having sold the boy. Here's proof that he's still here and he seems to be incredibly happy, though you never know. He could be pulling one over on us. He's learned how to reach out and grab onto toys he likes. He used to just stare longingly at toys and never make the first move, like a shy kid at a grade six dance. Everything's changed since his Grandma got him this baby-sized gymnasium, where he lies around muttering in baby-ese to the toys and admiring himself in the mirror all day. He's having some good times. The boy is less like a bowl of jello and more like a super-genius every day. I'll post some more evidence of his excellence in the next couple days, I promise. You'll love it.