I've never had to vaccuum a baby before...
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
Buffalo!
Cream Puff! Or cheese?
So my son loves to smile. He'll smile when he's sad, sick or in pain....or in trouble. I honestly don't know how he managed to dump a whole canister of oats out on the couch. How did they get there? He's not even "unwrapped" from his night-time strappings! So happy and jolly.
The one where he's hugging the tiger his grampa bought him on our trip to the zoo when he came to town--baby looks like his older cousin.
Buffalo! Buffalo! The boys pit their heads together and rub. I think it's a throw-back from when we were hunters and gatherers--not unlike the butting of heads of the urial. Somethings even Evolution can't change. Women give hugs for contact comfort; men butt heads.
Cream puff, or should I say cheese?
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