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If I didn't know better... But there's no way. Impossible.
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But it really seemed like you did.
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Yeah...I'm pretty sure...
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I remember we were walking towards the kitchen. I was holding you...in your birthday suit & a towel. It was bath time people!
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When suddenly it happened. But it couldn't have! Could it?
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I don't know...but it sure seemed like you leaned in...
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mouth open wide...drool streaming...and slapped one on me!
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a BIG FAT Valentine's kiss!
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Seriously...why is a slobbery baby french kiss SO darn cute!

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Anonymous said…
Aw! It makes me smile to think about Toby growing up so fast, Bristel learning ballet in that cute little pink tutu, and Trevor giving a kiss! Reading your blog this morning just set my mood for the rest of that day, that's for sure. I love you guys and yes indeed, Nathan does receive the name N-dog for his lack of communication. lol. (*shoot, a little motivation never hurt*) :)
February 15, 2008 at 5:46 AM
Jonathan said…
lol...I was wondering when you'd read my comment!

I know *sigh* my kids are getting SO big already. Mommy-hood is so much fun though!

xoxo...study hard!

...danielle
February 15, 2008 at 6:46 AM
Anonymous said…
Don't get me wrong, I love me my Trevor kisses, but I think I'd have to wipe that drool from the picture off first! Can you really love your kids without kissing their drool-ridden faces? I hope so!

Jonathan
February 19, 2008 at 1:53 PM
Danielle said…
love isn't love unless it's drenched in drool!

xoxo...danielle
February 20, 2008 at 4:57 PM
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