Thursday, April 16, 2009
Boy in a box
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3:45 PM
I'm home with The Boy today and we just got back from the park. While taking advantage of snack time and checking the online world, I heard ... nothing, which any parent knows is a bad, bad sign. It wasn't that bad this time -- no oatmeal all over, Heidi -- but it was funny.
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4 comments:
I love that he still has the little lines where wrists might someday appear. : )
I love that kid. By the way, DCF might be showing up at our house ... Heath rolled out of the bed and onto the floor this morning. About gave me a heart attack. He was OK, thank GOD. --E
He looks so relaxed in that first picture...just kickin' back. So cute!
K -- We have discovered ankles finally. We're hoping wrists will show up eventually.
E -- so glad Heath's OK. The Boy did the same thing ... several times. Actually, just yesterday, he was napping on the couch, rolled off and smacked his head on our coffee table. Sigh.
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