when the cats are away…
the turkey accidentally discovered his voice saturday when he was having some tummy issues and his normal grunts turned to squeals of pain. since then, he has thoroughly enjoyed playing with his voice, letting out all kinds of squeals and peals of glee. in fact, he has found so much pleasure in this new-found vocalization that he has decided his crib is now a playpen. instead of napping now, we often find him playing in bed, rolling around and making all kinds of sounds. i prefer to think that those are the times that grampie is in there playing with him. the downside is that he’s started reaching through the bars so we’ve had to take down the cute little banner my sissy made and start paying attention to what is within reach. this is his busted face as hubby walked in on him throwing a one-man party ๐
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