My grandmother (thanks, Gan-Gan!) sent me a CD of photos from our trip to the NC Mountains this past November. Here's a few funny ones:
My sweet boy. Always a bundle of joy. Unless you have a camera-then he's either screaming or pouting.
During cold season, it feels like this is all I do- pick boogers.
And when I'm not picking boogers, I'm pretending to drive choo-choo trains. Or cars. Or monster trucks. Or diggers. Or steamrollers. Or boats.
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When I'm not picking "burgers" I'm making up new words to "Bippity Boppity Boo," tying up a princess dress or carrying an imaginary baby in my pocket...I've got a lot to learn about boys! :)
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