Talmage is my destroying Angel. Oh, how I love him. At times I wonder if there could be a more sparkly soul alive. He's got a killer smile on that dark tan face of his surrounded by those blond curly locks. But don't let the looks deceive you. . . this one is a firecracker. I think perhaps when you are #6 you are acutely aware that your mother cannot be everywhere at the same time. Talmage loves to get into cupboards, the pantry, and his latest attempt the oven (he does get extra credit points for thinking about personal safety and retrieving the oven mits before playing with something that potentially could scar him for life).
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