For Papa…
Just an F.Y.I. I’m posting tonight against my will. I cannot tell you how my heart aches when I look at these pictures of my poor little guys face. But Papa is out of town and a little home sick…he asked me please please post some pics of my little dude so I can see him! (they chatted earlier on the phone- it was pretty cute.)
snackin’ on some peas…healthy guy.
the song goes….”Brush, brush…Brush! Big boys brush their teeth!”
I guess Big Boys brush their hair too…ha.
Papa…we love you and miss you. Have fun working in Chicago and call us in the mornin’!