Yes. It's early. Or late. I have the worst indigestion. So I'm up. Editing the last of these photos. Typing in short sentences.
Isn't she beautiful?
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- Just we
- Reading
- Wow, that sure was a good book.
- Hmmm...
- A little bit of wonderful
- liftoff
- At your most beautiful...
- 29 weeks and counting
- Three Years
- "Go! Go!"
- Because I have that dreadful photographer's diseas...
- Naptime
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- "Concentrate. Con..cen..tra -- woah, where'd she go?"
- Momma Love
- Awake
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- Baby on a bearskin rug
- Peek-a-boo, Daddy
- Encore
- Momma's girls
- Thought her parents might like a vintagey one.
- Beary Precious II
- I want to remember this:
- Rock-a-bye, Baby
- Ugh. Just five more minutes.
- Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. K...
- Same little one
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- Cuddles
- Three
- If this doesn't melt you...
- My fav from today
- Had to do this again.
- Still working on these...
- Little Anne in Mama's hands
- Howdy
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- Devoted Dad
- Giddy-up Horsey
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- I love babies
- He cracks himself up
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