This is my brother Maxwell. He is the favorite child of my parents. He said he is OK with being an uncle as long as he still gets all of the attention.
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HOW 'BOUT THEM 'EERS!
And hand in hand
on the edge
of the sand,
They danced by the
light of the moon
The moon,
The moon.
They danced by
the light of the moon.
The Owl and the Pussycat
by Edward Lear
on the edge
of the sand,
They danced by the
light of the moon
The moon,
The moon.
They danced by
the light of the moon.
The Owl and the Pussycat
by Edward Lear
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March
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- Hillbilly House
- Eleven Weeks
- You can't see me if I can't see you!
- New Couch
- The Easter Bunny Came!
- I think this picture says it all
- Ten Weeks!
- Spring has Sprung!
- Shock and Awe
- Our first baby purchase
- Daddy's Practicing
- Nine Weeks!
- Sure, I'll sacrafice myself for a laugh.
- Baby Oscar
- Can they be trusted with a new dog bed?!?!
- Eight Weeks!
- Uncle Maxwell
- Here it is!
- Let it Snow
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2 comments:
What a cute little doggie!!!
I suspect my mother left this one.
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