Wordless Wednesday

Friends

Maybe

Your feet stink. Or is that my breath? (It's your breath, Hunter.)

Finally, some rest.

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Excuse me, I'm trying to call my hair dresser.

What's wrong with my hair?

Can't a girl get some privacy?

What ARE you looking at?

I’m just full of love for my girl this week (OK, extra love this week).  She makes me smile at every turn.  She’s funny and she’s smart and she’s enamored of her belly button.  I love her even when she blows out her diaper.  Six times this week.

She’s cute and sunny and talks and talks and talks.  I love it when she talks.  And did you see that hair?  I mean, not only are we happy that she’s finally getting hair, but it’s just so cute.  She loves Hunter, even if Hunter still isn’t sure about her.  Other than the fact she drops her food for him all the time.

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Oh, and Paul posted on his site the other day.  It’s been MONTHS.  I’m sure most of you have given up on his blog.  I know I had.