With the babies, there's a certain belly laugh that means they're up to no good. It's that cute little high pitched laugh that ends with having to put a stack full of wipes back into the box. Or it can be a handful of crackers that were grinded up by chubby little fingers. This day was no different. I was quietly working on the computer when all of a sudden I heard two babies giggling in their play area. I walk over to brace myself. There was milk on the carpet. Then Ammon holding his bottle.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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Double trouble strikes again. j/k. How could you be mad at those adorable faces?! :)
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