Can you possibly guess what he is trying to get out of the washing machine?
Waking up... Slowly but surely. The King of the Silkies.
Is reading the Sunday paper a contact sport at your house?
Ready for a big boy bed?
Sunday, January 11, 2009
He gives me chills
I'm injured...kind of....re-injured. My wrist is killing me. I can't blog much, because of my injury. But this is a blog post that doesn't require a lot of words (is she capable of a few words?). This is a blog post about my son Keith Fox. Sometimes I look at him and I get chills. Sometimes he makes me laugh so hard I cry. Sometimes when he wakes up he smells like fried chicken. The boy is amazing.
Can you possibly guess what he is trying to get out of the washing machine?
Waking up... Slowly but surely. The King of the Silkies.
Is reading the Sunday paper a contact sport at your house?
Ready for a big boy bed?
Can you possibly guess what he is trying to get out of the washing machine?
Waking up... Slowly but surely. The King of the Silkies.
Is reading the Sunday paper a contact sport at your house?
Ready for a big boy bed?
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