
The Cash Monkey sure loves his grandparents, and there's little doubt the feeling is mutual. On our little man's last visit to Louisiana in '08, he wasn't walking — but wow, what a difference 10 months makes. This time around, he was non-stop ... checking every room to make sure all ceiling fans were working properly, inspecting trash cans, running up and down the backyard stepping stone path and, of course, leaving a trail of Goldfish so he could find his way back. This pic was snapped literally seconds before we left for the airport to return to Portland. Cash knew what was up and didn't approve — but MeMe and PawPaw were able to pacify him (slightly) with paraphernalia from their recreational habit. Can't wait to see you and the Tassins again, because next time he'll be talking!
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