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so cute I couldn't resist (a picture marathon)



Okay...so here's the deal. I was gonna caption each picture. But here's the thing...I kinda suck at captions. In fact...I hate captions! And I'm too stinkin' tired anyway. Plus Blogger is too big of a pain to format. Seriously...take a hint from FaceBook already. And besides. I only post the EEG pics cause Trevy rocks the outfit with those huge Lover Boy eyes!


So my wonderful bloggy friends...


I bid you...enjoy my (almost) wordless picture marathon!


























































I'll post what we learned later. When my brain isn't so fuzzy. Ha! Good luck with that...right?!
But how sweet is God...look what we found waiting for us at home! A bushel of beautiful tulips. In purple. Which to me represents Hope...

Comments

Mama Skates said…
love all the pics! & the tulips? perfect!!!
Wow you got some awesome pics! love how the tulips are purple too..how appropriate! thanks for the e-mail, i'll get back with you when connor goes to bed, and i'm not having to grap him off of the kitchen table..ha ha ha.
Holli said…
precious pics! a vivid reminder of our recent visit to the vmr wing!
anxious to hear more about it...i've been checking in like crazy!
get some much needed REST!!
Adesta said…
Love the pics!!! He's such a cute little guy!!

How appropriate that the tulips be purple!!! Did you guys know they were planted there?? If not, I'd say it's definitely a sign....
Shanna Grimes said…
What a cute little booger ;) I love the overalls with out a shirt look. Little country boy! Soo adorable! That one of you two is an amazing pic.
JSmith5780 said…
So cute... I missed reading. Wishing Trevy a happy early birthday... cuz I KNOW I will forget by Friday :)
Danielle said…
Thanks everybody...you're all a HUGE part of the glue holding me (tenuously) together!

Oh and btw...we had NO CLUE the tulips were there! The former owners must've planted them...

...danielle

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