13 months have passed since I last documented the evolution of Dawson. He has grown some serious cajones and he does everything that can be expected of a 25 month old child and more. I told his mother today that I would rather have Dawson than any other two children out there. He enjoys roaring, cartoons, leaping and running, hiding under bed covers, and jumping off crap, and running away and after people. He is proud of his limited vocabulary and seems to posses excellent awareness and observation skills. He likes large trucks, bikes, helicopters, and other cool shit.
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