Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Sometimes he reads my mind.

"Hey, babe? We need a gate for the stairs."


"Oh really, when? Huh, that is kind of a random thing to do early in the morning when you are kinda hungover from the Kentucky Derby party... but okay."


"Thanks for ordering that."


"And thanks for making me a Mommy... three times."


"I love these little boys."


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