Phillip and I picked raspberries this afternoon. Yum.
And this is the perpetual state of P's box.
These weeds remind me of the
pink licorice allsorts.
I usually try not to post blurred pictures, but this was the closest I could get to capturing Thomas' funny, wiggly hair. I call him Patches sometimes; his hair isn't quite evenly thick over his sweet little head.
P jumped from the picnic table seat at least a hundred times yesterday afternoon.
As usual. Thomas just watched in awe.
For the auntie who lent us the ubiquitous
Bumbo - it really is great, and Thomas loves it. Thank you!
Phillip and I picked raspberries this afternoon. Yum.
And this is the perpetual state of P's box.
These weeds remind me of the pink licorice allsorts.
I usually try not to post blurred pictures, but this was the closest I could get to capturing Thomas' funny, wiggly hair. I call him Patches sometimes; his hair isn't quite evenly thick over his sweet little head.
P jumped from the picnic table seat at least a hundred times yesterday afternoon.
As usual. Thomas just watched in awe.
For the auntie who lent us the ubiquitous Bumbo - it really is great, and Thomas loves it. Thank you!
I looove Thomas' hair...the cute little kinks and spikes! P is darling, as usual. His mischievous smile as he jumps off the bench is priceless.
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