...where the children ate yogurt and the fathers fed it to them.
It was called the living room, but somehow it seemed much more magical.
Father's are good like that.
Popular Posts
Subscribe
Posts
Comments
j. Esq. & k
![j. Esq. & k](<table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7fIfuY2F2Xy1TWTMikQzLg?authkey=Gv1sRgCJabqf6Ln5T1_gE&feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nm-SkNYBRuA/Silai-G7NxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/au6_YlfBJz0/s144/DSC01893.JPG" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jvaisey/April2009Easter?authkey=Gv1sRgCJabqf6Ln5T1_gE&feat=embedwebsite">April 2009(+Easter)</a></td></tr></table>)
the fruits of my literal labors
watch the baby grow (click on him)
Morms
5 comments:
are you kidding me with that red hair?!
First of all: so much fun! Second: where do you get such fabulous pillows?!
kate- that red hair is serious business. Series deep rooted family genetic business.
i think every single pillow in these pictures is from Target. Not any of them were over $25. except the big white one- that one is from our bed and is not from the great T.
this is sooo sweet love it
We have similar pillow tastes. I think this means we would be fast friends if we could just meet! I met your Rebekah, so...I think that's progress.
Post a Comment