Sweet Anderson... He says mmmmmma mmmmma and dddddda and bbbbbbba. I know these are sounds he means to make. We make genius' you know (stan and i). Okay, maybe not. He could have horns growing out of this head and I wouldn't notice.
The girls are so in love with him. They carry him around from room to room as if he were a puppy. It looks painful when they pick him up. It looks like they are squeezing him WAY too hard. But, he has a smile plastered all over his face while he is hanging there... so I guess it doesn't bother him. Stan and I still wince when we see them pick him up though.
Here is a pic of our big bug.