What? You're sick of Cohen pictures on the blog? Too bad. I can't get enough of him. And one day his wife will thank me; or maybe not. But when I'm 90 years old I'll be looking through all these pictures of my little Co-Bear and thanking my 27-year-old-self for taking so many darn pictures.
Anyways, dinnertime is one of my favorite times with Cohen. I don't know if it is because it is the only meal he eats with his dad or what, but he turns into a little show-off. He props one foot up on the high-chair seat to get comfortable, then talks/yells/blabs at us while we all eat dinner.
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