Ewan and Fynn got new baseball hats. Fynn sleeps with his every nap time. I found him like this the other afternoon. Trying to shield the light from his eyes?
Chillin' on a Sunday afternoon.
I think she wants some gerbil meat. Must be a pregnancy craving for protein. Yep, she's pregnant. Want a kitten? You know I'll end up keeping one.
If only Corgan had been next to Fynn instead of Bryce, and I would have had perfect little stairsteps.
Do these belong to you? I washed a load of laundry and these were in the bottom of the washer when it was done. I have never seen them before in my life. Neither has Ewan. Fynn can't tell me what I need to know. I cannot figure out where they came from. Please let me know if they are yours, and I shall return them. I guess the exchange rate for a pair of socks is two play butter-knives.
4 comments:
Those boys are so dang cute!!
haha, any takers on the wayward knives?
love the pictures, it's fun to see what builds up on the camera!
(sorry that last comment I did in Keith's account, dang it)
Cute pictures! I think being pregnant can be a very traumatic thing. I know it was for me. I'm glad that you are recovering. Very cute pictures of the boys, and the cat!
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