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Friday, August 03, 2007

Ode to the Swing

Thomas has been, how do I say, needy since we got back from Alvin. It might have something to do with the fact he was NEVER put down the entire 7 days we were there. Between his cousins and aunts and grandparents and psuedo-grandparents, the boy was only un-held when he was having his diaper serviced! I would actually find myself missing him at the end of the day becuase I wasn't getting any time with my baby. Needless to say, it's been very difficult to get anything done since we've been back-including posting all the fun pictures from his coming out party/shower. He wants to be held all the time. Except when the swing's involved. (Sorry for any typos at the end. I'm typing with one hand. The swing only has so much mojo...)



He likes staring at the rug...


This outfit is for The Cope Family. Go Bears!
Posted by k&bpowers at 10:45 AM

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