I've just found my way here via your lovely comment on my blog. And I'm so glad I have.
What a beautiful baby girl- with a talented mama to boot!
I would be beyond honored to have you link up to my story on your blog- any awareness that comes from my words is invaluable. How did you stumble across my story?
Justine I honestly don't know! Often on the weekends I"ll go roaming around blogs skipping through random links and landing wherever. I find that i find really interesting/cool/wonderful unexpected people and art this way, glad to have found you and your moving story.
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Beautiful. Makes me want to go do the same with my sons but I guess it is too late:(
Gorgeousness. I know I've said this before, but I think she looks so much like you.
totally cute
There is nothing better then a drooly, sloppy baby make out session. That is awesome.
I miss baby make-out sessions. Except the time my 4 month old daughter bit my tongue and I had to explain what it was doing in her mouth. Whoops!
ahh it's great isn't it :) that last picture cracks me up. her face is like 'whaaaaaa??'
I've just found my way here via your lovely comment on my blog. And I'm so glad I have.
What a beautiful baby girl- with a talented mama to boot!
I would be beyond honored to have you link up to my story on your blog- any awareness that comes from my words is invaluable. How did you stumble across my story?
Justine I honestly don't know! Often on the weekends I"ll go roaming around blogs skipping through random links and landing wherever. I find that i find really interesting/cool/wonderful unexpected people and art this way, glad to have found you and your moving story.
Can't remember if I commented on this one, so let me just say I love you Maggie.
And if that kid gets any cuter she'll single handedly redefine the meaning of cuteness!
Oh, she's so Big! And Beautiful!
xoxoxo
Love the kisses/make outs!
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