Wrigglebot’s first moments. How was that baby ever inside me?

Wrigglebot’s first bath.

One of the peaceful moments that you don’t mind fondly remembering.

A sleeping Wrigglebot was my chance to quickly rush around and get things done, only very quietly.

How sweet were the days before mobility.

The mohawk that Husband was so proud of.

Our swimming training begins.

Wrigglebot’s personality becomes more pronounced.

My cheery little Wrigglebot.

Wrigglebot at 1, becoming more and more like a little boy.

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