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TOO CUTE!!! Wow...those little legs can run fast. What a mischevious little boy...gotta love it. I wanna scoop him up in my arms and give him a big ole hug.
blogzilly said…
That's GREAT. You know, they don't really need toys. Used toilet paper roll and a remote and they are set for hours.
Mama Skates said…
oh, now that's hilarious!
brendalynn said…
haha its impossible not to love that child! :]] hes so cute! <333
Anonymous said…
Loved the background music with your pleading voice! What.a.doll!

Barbara
Anonymous said…
Just started reading your blog inbetween updates on Sophie. You are too funny! How do you do it? And congrads to Sophie and her family on the good news this afternoon.
CB
Colby said…
Trevor is a little stinker, isn't he? LOVED seeing him run around like that!!! Not a care in the world!!! We ALL needed this precious minute of video....Thanks so much!!! Keep it coming!!!

Fondly,

Cyndi
Colby said…
P.S. We call Colby "Seizure Boy" as well!
Melanie said…
LOL he is too funny. Absolutely adorable!!
Anonymous said…
Watching it the second time from home was definately funnier. Trevy is sooooooooo fast. Now you know why I want him in my fenced in yard. Grams is too old to keep up with him.
Danielle said…
He keeps me hoppin' that's for darn sure! My fave part is when he turns the corner...and chuckles! He's SO funny! And I know some days I feel really sad...but he truly brings SO much joy to our home!

Cyndi...I LOVE that we share a nick!

Grams...I CAN'T wait to get our fence! And Bristel wants to watch it over & over & over again!

...danielle
ha ha ha...I loved it!! the music was perfect for it too. is it bad that i was chanting "run trevy run"??? thanks for an awesome laugh this morning!!
Adesta said…
I was thinking the same thing...go Trevy!! lol....that was a cute clip. Thanks for sharing D.

And note to Trevy...try hiding it under the cushions before mommy gets in the room next time....lol

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