Hi-eee
who says our lives are boring? yeah, i'll admit it...sometimes the thought crosses my mind. but then the sweet man goes to sleep, and g and i sit and remember those moments of the night...the kind that you never can imagine forgetting, but we do. tonight:
sawyer was dressed in his jeans, grey sweater, and chuck taylors, do his little dance down the hall, and i thought i might die from his cuteness.
he wanted to go to the office, and while i was trying to save g's guitar from emminent demise, he turned the stereo up to full blast, and scared the crap out of us, the lady from sbc who g was talking to, the neighbors (i am sure)...and most definitely himself.
he pointed out bird sillhouttes in "the little red caboose" and said "cheet, cheet, cheet", and he could not have been prouder.
we dressed a stuffed monkey in his baby residents tee and baby shoes :)
he said goodnight to everyone his little brain could conjure up, including ba and pa-paw's doggies, monty and ellie.
love these moments.
love our family.
love this kid so much it hurts.
bye-bye
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